Saturday, August 16, 2014

The Red Baron {A Poem}

Zooming, diving, soaring, sweeping—
Your squadron of biplane bombardiers
Dazzles with the virtuosity
Of your aerial maneuvers,
Shooting down our common enemy
On the wing.

Today you stopped at my airstrip.
Awaiting new orders?
Marveling at your gossamer wings,
Scarlet fuselage,
Delicate landing gear,
I wondered at the battle-tested God
Who does not send mosquitoes
Without also dragonflies.