The Falling Woman

The Falling Woman

It was skybright breakfast 106
or candlenight in Portugal

There was a planebird window bang
or a stomach swoop of 'she's gone'

There was no escape
there was an empty bed

There were forays into hotdark and calls for help
there were searches and questions and emergency

There were fire red flails whipping at skin
there were contrails of fearsickness and numbgrief

There was a neat airborn pike
death diving in elegant shirts

Was a ten second fall quicker than burning
Mothers of the lost fall for ever

If we watch the falling
does our sharing make the horror less
or do we just
enjoy it

there but for the grace of
.....