He took flight
on a sunshine day.
Sometime before nine.
Death what can you
do with it.
Throw it a line?
Make some excuse for it.
Romanticise.
Make it an unsettling
place to be.
Stand out there
in the hollow.
Make me think
of tomorrow.
Put your hand out
and accept the strap.
Something that’s not
been done for decades.
We are the memory.
The thing that reveals
the whole truth.
We shine a light.
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