A poem to the plane in the sky or a metaphor for what’s left of our humanity

The duality.

that these skies
ain’t friendly
no more.

The ground either.
As it
with concussive force
of the insanity
born of our

As if, it –
our humanity…
was absolved
from the rules
of gravity.

Because it don’t
appear to be
here my dear,
I fear.

Dare I shed
a tear?

As I rationalize
the sombering
that we bear
witness to…
more of
our humanity
flying away

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