Blitz Fantasies (2004)

Around the end of whatever wait
I’ve been yearning through,
The airplanes come.
I studied them as a child
Silhouettes and formations
So I’d know them when they came
Identified by class and nation.

Like migrating birds
Rank upon rank
Arranged with artistry
for terror and magnificence
No need for stealth or subtlety
In such an innocent sky.

I count the engines,
Name insignia
my library childhood,
its purpose found.
with a final sigh
the bomb bays open
and all is falling now

I flap my arms without realizing
Why this is inside me
Why I long for this
Why this dream has lived so long
In such a mortal cradle, and
Why deliverance is always winged
And camouflaged.

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