Down below in the deep blue sea
there lies a plane that used to be
for the men who saved the world
the plane went down, lives unfurled.
Now the wreck just sits and rots
seen on radar as just some dots
Waiting for a ship to come back
Nothing left after the shark attack.
Someday though the nose will rise
and put its wings back in the skies
for no plane lost can be left there
Someone else has got to care.
©2020 CBialczak Poetry