Monday, January 20, 2014

The Challenger

Wiki says of the Challenger: "The crew compartment and many other vehicle fragments were eventually recovered from the ocean floor after a lengthy search and recovery operation. The exact timing of the death of the crew is unknown; several crew members are known to have survived the initial breakup of the spacecraft. The shuttle had no escape system, and the impact of the crew compartment with the ocean surface was too violent to be survivable."

Often it is not the fall but the landing. In the case of that 73 second flight the fall is a real fall. In my poem it could be metaphorical. The result is the same.

The Challenger

So many of us
struggle to find some kind of
answer to the pain.
I guess that's because
pain hurts. We even take off
risking a failed seal
in some crucial seam
that we may rise above all
the grit and muddy
sludge that paints our wounds.
We train and learn and then teach
each other so much
but not enough to
stop the fall. We howl like wolves
howl at the bone moon.

‎January ‎20, ‎2014 10:29 AM


  1. On that day
    Home from school
    A reprieve from that hell
    A short stay amongstblanket
    Covered couch cushions
    Warm and drowsey
    The launch, first sexpot in space,
    My brothers teacher
    To the heavens flew away
    Fire rained from that crule sky
    We wepped oh horrer
    Just like kennedy i hear
    My mom say
    About your age
    Shot him dead
    Didnt go to school that day
    Phone rings
    Mister yanky princaple
    Lincoln elementry
    Schools canceled, for sure today
    They had rolling tvs special that morning of firey rain
    Special launch
    First teacher woman towards space
    Challangers exploded, no school today
    She/ they are all gone
    Today we mourn their loss
    Tragidy, just like kennedy
    She tells yankee from lincoln
    Transported back
    To the morning of her childhood
    When fire rained from a cruel sky
    He as dead as they
    Fire rained from that horrid sky
    We stayed home that day
    Crying as mom muttered away about
    Her pain
    Two youngins left
    To make their own way

    1. Hope you're saving these three pieces, my friend. They are real work.


The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.

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