alight that
mighty black box
that
scorched Delphi sorceress
it’ll tell us
what the fuck happened
when the sky sank
& turned over
& over
it told us they meant to drop
they meant to drop
from the cumulus
to the curious
they meant to drop
that mighty black box
tells us
he sank them
like a bird with zip-tie wings
or an empire state penny
he meant to drop them
and they dropped
but does it matter
horns have honked in grief
bells have tolled for them
sirens called them down
with black-toned yodeling
& they fell
in yellow masks
with airy bags
without a look
through the cabin
I hope the lights were out
and the windows closed
there’s no fear
when your senses die
they mean
to fly.