When The Smoke Cleared Poem by Paul Warren

When the smoke left it became clear
Wondering about the cause had put him in fear
As in all these things it would take some time
He would need to come back to it when he was inclined

His plane would need to fly on
To where he was sure the enemy was gone
And the plane flew on forever
The hum of the engine kept the time in its measure

He tried to raise the others on the intercom
But it seemed he was the only one not gone
At the base they listed the bomber as overdue
As the bomber into a red oblivion sky flew.

© Paul Warren Poetry