landing
They all crash and burn
One by one
They fall
Like black doves
In flames, little dots over Normandy
Scraping through clay skies.
In each dream
A real man.
The black and white
Film
sharpens up the contrasts
Of their edges
But Now they
Blur
And flick fast past my eyes
Until in technicolour
There is no grey
Just hues of the everyday
Where there is a reason for everything
and no reason to die
Taking to the skies
stops making sense
And when another falls
The logic of the sensory is desensitised
I will never live easy with these lies
All men crash and burn
In various disguise.
Its ok
They dont have any feelings.
Rachel Bond
Mon 30th Jan 2012 12:55
thanks both x
a soldier is a great metaphor for a man struggling to be that. i was brought up with soldiers and war. my dad, my brother i thought you could hit them with anything and they would never bleed. i still cannot stand to see a man cry. i like the idea of being a man. i like the idea of living in a loveless world of logic and control.