Going down
A diaphanous tail, a shock
of pink leads down to dusk’s
azure blue-indigo horizon.
It’s broad and bright;
a blushing exclamations passing mark,
that bruises into turquoise, purple, blue.
Once an engines blaze of steam,
out over the worlds edge,
beyond all horizons,
left to mark a passing.
For they left no farewell trail
of messages on sinking mobile phones.
No desperate goodbyes
swallowed by darkness and sea.
Just a massive silent cry that no-one heard.
Unaware their friends and relatives
sipped drinks, dined out, drank tea.
read stories to their kids,
prepared for their return.
Ashen they absorb the fatal news
hold your faces in their hearts and weep
.