We slammed down 3000 feet Into a ground haze And split the Heinkels into a broken mass Of flashing wings and slow-twisting fuselages. Burnt powder swirled Sharp into the air between me and the dash; A wing turned slow in the circle of my ring sight. Smoke poured back in a fantastic festoon Far down a clear sky . . . . Then a thousand-pointed star filled the whole heavens and the universe. The rebels saw my ship Burn its screaming way Like a plummet Into the snow gulches Above the city of a thousand dead. The rumble of the artillery paid no attention. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOSE VARIOUS SCALPELS by MARIANNE MOORE SAPPHO AND PHAON: 2. THE TEMPLE OF CHASTITY by MARY DARBY ROBINSON POPULAR BALLAD: NEVER FORGET YOUR PARENTS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE LORELEI by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE SPANISH WINGS: SENOR by H. BABCOCK TO LIFE by HELEN TAPPAN BERTHOFF THE WAYFARERS by RUPERT BROOKE ON STIRLING; SEEING THE ROYAL PALACE IN RUIN by ROBERT BURNS |