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
On that day
ReplyDeleteHome 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
Hope you're saving these three pieces, my friend. They are real work.
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