Plane Crash

"Probably not the best way to die," the officer says
Aloud to himself as workers bring bodies in bags
Through the room. "Which ways are better?,"
A haggard man asks, and an argument lacking
Much passion ensues. Nothing's resolved.
The officer leaves. Quiet sobbing remains.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-30 at 13:51

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