Flight 800
The iron thing leaped
Tiger like at the son
Not quite Icarus in madness from reasons sane
It growled with pain
And shuddered to the brim of tantalized hearts
So all who did not blink saw
Against the sheet of morning light
The debris like feathers
Littering the sorrow of the sea.
And I pondering asked
Just because its wings sizzled off
Could it not swim
Away from the tyranny of fate?
We are such feeble kings
If we cannot recall tomorrow,
If we cannot bind today
And we cannot guarantee tomorrow.
Without power to change time
We change nothing at all,
But are changed to believe
We rule the world
When truly we are ruled.
Out of the gray waters
Out of the salt sea
Comes the dawn bleeding
Tears ... dry as Sahara's sands they fall
Over the earth, a curtain of light
Separating us from memory and gall
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