war plane

on a dank cloudy day
in the cockpit of my plane
in the clouds I wait
for the command
to drop more bombs
give our enemy their fate

hours roll by
the radio is quite
no voices
not even static

something is amiss
the gauges have stopped

the sound is not right
in fact there is no sound
not at all
no sound from the engine
no explosions to be heard

I take a close look
the scenery is the same
it hasn't changed
but it's all wrong

it’s sitting still like it’s been paused
the bombs
the explosions
in the air they hang
like a photograph
along with the plane

if we won't end the war
than something else apparently will
it did

moments become years
in the air I hang
never starving
never ageing
never changing
just thinking

something stopped this war
but gave it to us
perpetually