— Jerry Dyer
There was too much wind!
And so the plane gave a wave,
bade hello again to the dust
it had just left behind flipped,
almost as if in play,
and took everyone to that heaven
hidden by its shadow on the ground.
There was a knot of turbulence,
and so Nothingness was fulfilled,
in one hundred and thirty-seven lives.
A Void assumed command, indifferent
to all the lonely planet guides,
indifferent to orthodontia,
to stuffed animals, to shiny wedding bands.
There was a sudden shear of wind—
(seemingly out of nowhere!)-
and maybe, that’s where everybody went.
The fire-ball rode the same current of air,
blossoming for a few seconds,
beautifully, then floating high—
torn sepals in a reddening sky.