think you got a verse you should publish
I WATERMELON
Insofar as I remember
After falling about a quarter mile
This is what I was before
I died for someone else's God.
I had a wife and two small kids
A boy and a girl and a woman I loved
I traded bonds on the 104th floor
Up where the airplanes and seagulls are.
The difference between a seagull and an airplane
Is that a seagull will not deliberately fly into a building
At least, not one in his right mind, and to date,
All the seagulls ever known, have been fine.
On the other hand, an airplane has no spirit
Other than the one of the person inside
And unlike seagulls, who only want to fly
That thing inside sometimes concludes
That living is dying at best, at worst a bad bargain
Where one trades the pouring of horror
Into the fabric of existence
For a few eternities with a boring girl.
I don't understand it.
But that's as may be for now
Because you see below me is what is left
Of an airplane with spirit and hostages
And the fuel that made it run
It's coming and I have no where to go.
I am not a seagull. The seagulls all went home.
Between now and a few minutes from now
I have to decide
Whether flying for ten seconds is better
Than roasting for five.
