DID IT HURT LOL
Snapping wire whirling and curling in the airflow,
shot loose by enemy bullets. More punching holes
in varnished wooden wing struts, splintering
and shredding the very wood.
Thud, thud, thud as steel rain peppers
tight fabric fuselage, tearing
great holes and destroying the structure.
Big dragonfly wing, wing ribs visible
in the morning sun, clear doped fabric
like a skin’s membrane.
7.92 mm Parabellum bullets showering
the structure and snapping
a third of this beautiful structure back
like a broken finger, crippled.
Gunfire shifting, hitting the front fuselage,
blowing the pilot’s face off, nose hanging
by a sliver of bloody skin, front teeth broken
and bloody. Killed as a single bullet bored
into his skull, leaving brains dripping
and running over his leather flying jacket. Horrible?
Ten bullets piercing main fuel tank in front of his cockpit,
in a neat line of drilled holes. Petrol escaping
onto red hot engine. Whoomph! Angry red flames erupt
and hungrily burn the dying beautiful biplane, killing
it, consuming it.
Rolling drunkenly inverted, it falls
then spins to earth. A fallen dragonfly burning,
trailing black smoke against a summer blue sky.
Funeral doom fallen warrior.