The leather of my bomber hat fused to my skull,
sticking to a standstill from beaded sweat.
Have you ever felt your heart breathe so loudly
it cries from its pilot’s seat?
Have you ever seen the point of the horizon where
its pink rays breach through the sky’s clouds?
This was the point in time for us where
the sun fell down.
engine screaming on its descent.
Someone cried, Spitfire! Spitfire!
and I prayed my parachute
fail this close to the ground.