Zeus As Retired Bomber
He had gone round about what
he had been through inside out;
in the bomber's cockpit, he had known
what omnipotence is basically all about;
that heady feeling of being Zeus
hurling down thunderbolts at foes,
as he crisscrossed vast, hostile skies,
strafing wherever the cross-hair goes;
awesome might in his forefinger,
life or death on the warming trigger,
been there, done that, no big deal,
retiree-bomber tries to remember;
in his waning years, still at a loss
as to what it really was all about,
the ultimate end, meaning of it all,
doubting the benefit of the doubt;
recalling lines heard long ago
on being brave, strong and true;
said he was, but with missiles
he had to fire, bombs to strew,
he must have rocked the world
with blasts his whole life through,
obeying the dark side of combat
command red, white and blue!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2007
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