We slammed down 3000 feet Into a ground haze And split the Heinkels into a broken mass Of flashing wings and slow-twisting fuselages. Burnt powder swirled Sharp into the air between me and the dash; A wing turned slow in the circle of my ring sight. Smoke poured back in a fantastic festoon Far down a clear sky . . . . Then a thousand-pointed star filled the whole heavens and the universe. The rebels saw my ship Burn its screaming way Like a plummet Into the snow gulches Above the city of a thousand dead. The rumble of the artillery paid no attention. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WINTER SONG by KATHERINE MANSFIELD THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG MY YOUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY MOONLIGHT by SERENA COBIA BAILEY EIGHTEEN HUNDRED AND ELEVEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 32 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |