When the Smoke Cleared

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