Dark Parachutes

Silver wings streaking through the air

below the war torn soil so far away

the explosions for bombs dropped

not even notice by the finger

who released the lethal payload.

 

Another mission in fatal rain

across the turquoise sky

back to barracks and dinner

ghosts of corpse strewn in pieces

and their last breath of screams

subdued by cocktails

while watching latest movie,

a comedy that silences

memories of those possible deaths.

 

On the next mission

a missile strikes the fuselage

engine fails and pull the release

on the injection seat.

 

On the sail towards the earth

below the smoke and ruins

grow so ominously closer

before hitting the ground.

 

Dazed by the collision

pistol drawn and stumbling towards

what  is left of that village.

 

Slowly passing by

several bodies of men

presumed they were enemies.

 

And then the next dead

is only a child

a little girl

the same as the pilot’s daughter

today had been that little one’s birthday

she held what was left of a doll

her lifeless eyes stared at him,

he feel weeping on the ground,

his mind hearing in his own daughter’s voice,

“I love you daddy.”