The Ripple Inside The Plane - Poem by RIC BASTASA

there was this little
indonesian girl who
played hide and seek
in the Soekarno Hatta

we were there as early
as 4 o'clock in the afternoon
and we waited till
oo30 hours when the plane
arrive with its flashing

the night is cold and the
silence outside is visible
in its emptiness

it was the same girl who
cried all throughout the
trip from jakarta to manila

i know all the other passengers
were disturbed
death to all the lives of our

but what can we do?
she was but
a little girl and can therefore
do no wrong.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013

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