this bell is for you
i held it, tight and lovingly
as the plane came down
crystal and defined, etched and scarred
it never broke
even thought i did
again
i compose, predisposed to the deep
the wings tore away first
like a fly in a five year's old fist
the plummet, at first like the log ride
back when i was fourteen and at darien lake
the splash not as gentle
and no laughter this time
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