I’ll be seeing you
You were so proud, dressed in blue,
the boy warrior crowned with eagles,
a knight errant on a steed of oil, engine, and
wings. Eager for the last noble cause.
What thoughts were by adrenaline bleached,
when you were sent into the sky,
by shrill phone and bell,
reaching higher than bird flight,
touching the hem of gods.
There to swirl, soar and dive
in deadly waltz with the black runes,
Your eyes, that would never look at your
own boy, and cry as he went to war,
your innocent eyes, scrutinizing the vast,
seeking black dots…….. and death.
And in that instant, when all was
frantic flight and fight,
image flashes of friend and foe,
shudders of gun-fire from and at you,
alone but for Snatches of radio voices
hinting at the fate of friends, and
warning of your Killer’s approach,
did you forget you’d promised all
would be well.
Not this time were you left in an empty sky,
thinking of a pint, looking down on your home.
No, it was your turn to stand-up a girl,
to be remembered only by an empty chair,
and a family’s broken heart.
No one saw the black arc,
the burnt oil smear that marked your fall
to glory, the pyre that was your end.
Added to an enemies tally,
removed from our roster.
A warrior no more,
forever a boy.