on ill Fallin Man by

Written by Michael Prihoda


on   ill   Fallin Man

 

finish

 

the gray

was beginning

to stain

 

was sound

shrunken in

pregnant grief?

 

God

was babbling

to pass the time

 

there was only

to finish

dying

 

 

elegy for a suicidal soul

 

motion becomes

life’s wish

to die.

 

mortal words

fix your

soul

aircraft’s

aluminum.

 

 

lost balance

 

the pious death

every sin forgiven

 

the aircraft struck

 

then

fire

 

a

blast

 

lost

balance

 

the motion

began

 

 

fire, smoke

 

urgency in faces

framework shattered

 

a fragment through spasm

trickling mouth

 

an indentation, exposing

nerve

 

a cubicle of morning

sky