Karen Habermehl

Pan Am Flight 119

The pan am soared up
In the deep sky...
Horizened in windshields
of traffic, below.
I stared in, awe
Wondering, the weight ratio...
And still, fly!?
Then, it happended...
Right before my eyes
at quater section of cockpit
Bonfire up on high.
Sprinkling Dots with
Flailing parts.
Tail spinned the tail
Without a face.
Catching up with cockpit...
Dot's dissappearing
in this existence...


Nothing moving, between
The bones of flames...

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