plane crash

I was a plane crash.
The engines had gone fishing
And the wings bent backwards,
Scrap metal was flying upwards
As I spiraled down towards the ground.

I was a plane crash.
But i had an audience that had been waiting
For the boom since I was young.

I was a plane crash.
And over the screams filling my ears
And the roar of the hunk of scrap,
I allow myself to think for a moment
That this is the raw material
Returning to their mother earth.

I am a plane crash.
Yet I still find that
The audience has grown
so bored of watching me
fall from the sky
just another Icarus,
they’d say,

that when i finally go splat
on the ground
they won’t even
notice or

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