Thursday, July 5, 2012

A zeppelin going down

over water now
land behind us...
unfriendly place--
makes us think
keenly of home.
loss of lift--
captain's order:
all surplus over!
we have so little,
is any surplus?
food will go,
ammunition too...
guns? why not?
we can't fight--
anyone could have us:
jump or burn?...
that's it--all gone.
land in sight
water looks cold...
we might make it,
i hope...

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