War - Ww2 - The Last Flight Poem by Paul Warren

The bomber flew on in the dark sky
A damaged engine trailed smoke on by
The pilots still sat at the aircraft control
Both died with head wounds in death's poll

The navigator and bombardier met the same fate
From the same flack shell as their lives it did take
The mission was to bomb Hamburg city
In carpet bombing that showed no pity

The only one left alive was the belly gunner
Badly hurt with his blood making a scarlet runner
So the plane flew on over the North Sea
Until the fuel ran out and the crash set them free.

© Paul Warren Poetry