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From an urban high rise:



Water drips from bursted dams



And blood from injured hearts.



In this long nite in wondrous flite



A plane in the sky,



The amber lights like parts of stars



Swiftly coursing by.



         Plane, great plane, I weep for thee,



         Weep for the souls en route in thee.



Plane, dear plane, do fly, do fly.



Dear plane, to Phoenix fly.







Of all the persons borne by thee



Or other planes or any train



Or those in vessels on the sea,



Not one will know that I am me,



That I am here and am me.







-RBC-