FortressA Poem by Sean MurdockA parable
The B17 Flying Fortress is on a daylight raid;
it has become isolated from the rest of the squadron and is taking immense
hits. Intense metal is slamming into the plane repeatedly and without
cessation.
There are men in there; thinking. Some of them are dead. The plane, in a manner of speaking, is still functioning; the pilot, even now, is in control and issuing commands to the crew. The critical point is fast approaching though and soon the plane will either explode, break up or enough of its engines will fail and it will go down. An object lesson on the meaning of free will. © 2012 Sean Murdock |
StatsAuthorSean MurdockReading, United KingdomAboutHi, I am a chaos writer, and my alignment is chaotic good. In my `real life` lots of people tell me that they like my stuff and so I thought I would use this cafe to put some it `out there` a bit. .. more..Writing
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