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Elegy For Flight 800 MAG
Like a great bird you made your way across
the night sky, lights all aglow in the warm
air of summer. There was so much hope
that night. You had only dreamed about
where you were going, but now it was
for real. But then something went bad
deafening roar and a fireball
and it all came to a crashing halt. We
watched as spectators, unable to
comprehend anything. It could have
been a movie. But then it began to
sink into our dull brains, the way you
sank into dark water. The FBI
floating luggage and burning fuel
began to whisper about bombs, about
missiles, about mechanical failure.
The Coast Guard lifted your waterlogged
fuselage from the silent waters, and
still they know nothing. What dark secret hides
within your black boxes? They don't know. They
scattered debris and unnamed bodies
don't know. They still promise us an answer,
but how long can they continue to
search? Your fuselage has been lifted, and
daughters, sons, mothers, fathers, husbands and
wives have been claimed. Where can they go from
here? Something's gone bad. We all gathered
white roses and salt water
together and mourned for you. We still
cannot understand. Your memory
remains, soaring all aglow in the
sweet summer sky. Time may someday heal,
but every time a plane flies overhead,
the nation holds its breath. Rest in peace.
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