False Horizon

 

Images translucent
still dead, still unfair
but bulletproof
the superchargers
still scream through
the afterlife
and the otherworld


Distant pitches
of sirens
fade in and out
like stitches in the timeline
the rumbling, muffled
climbing roundel
shuffles a tumbling
in a downward spiral.


Number four Merlin
has  lost  sync
plus three has stalled
due to a fuel leak

The portside
bursts into flames
the altimeter spins
and whirls
losing gain.


The false horizon, forever up sided
the crew and the pilots
whistle through, deaths silence .