The Falling Woman
It was skybright breakfast 106
or candlenight in Portugal
There was a planebird window bang
or a stomach swoop of 'she's gone'
There was no escape
there was an empty bed
There were forays into hotdark and calls for help
there were searches and questions and emergency
There were fire red flails whipping at skin
there were contrails of fearsickness and numbgrief
There was a neat airborn pike
death diving in elegant shirts
Was a ten second fall quicker than burning
Mothers of the lost fall for ever
If we watch the falling
does our sharing make the horror less
or do we just
enjoy it
there but for the grace of
.....
