Splintered blasts the call of hollow
shed the skin that envelops
fall against the stratosphere
the burning casts demonic red
tremors shake our assuredness
I grab at that which aids my stay
from yonder porthole window breaks
the greatest show on earth
pay loads rise like seedlings
each strident bloom signals defeat
front row seat to the tragedy
our hubris staged this malady
every soul aboard those ships is lost
their masts submerge below the cusp
why does this idol craft remain?
what spared me such a fate?
How does one accept this lot
This hold carries the best of us
my asphyxiation held at bay
I will not go down!

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