The Wreckage - Voices From The Fuselage

I’m back on my feet

And inevitably im comatose

With seconds to go

The ending we know

Comes painfully premature

Like the body of an unborn child

Like an autopsy, signed and filed

Like a fresh lick of scarlet on a curb

About time we came to terms

About time we lived and learned

Compassion i plead

A vision of freedom is my last sight

With seconds to go

The ending we know

Comes painfully true

I’m hanging on a thread

But am i by the neck?

Desperate

Grappling

Bereaving for me

My hemorrhage paints this wreck

I’m floating in a storm

To the incommunicable

Peaceful

Absolution

Devout and staunch

My hemorrhage paints this wreck

It’s war below

We failed below

They rape below

& only death can save us

It’s war below

(A time will come to reclaim and salvage our dwellings)

We failed below

(And the said time is nigh)

They rape below

(Watch as fields and trees become heights of ruin)

And only death can save us

(Green spoilt red)