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
  ((({Boom!!!})))
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...

Dropped!

Nothing moving, between
The bones of flames...

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