Q3 Jungle Aerial Combat Survivor Wonders

Child of rainforest watches
a tumbling dots decent. Thunderbolt high.
Silken flower blossoms in red torn sky.
While a pilot wonders considers
ponders chances of permanence. Emptiness.
It's got to mean something!
I've got to mean something!
But what when why?
I stand above myself flower into awareness.
Slowly with pale dawning.
Thus eventually I may awaken. Humanity Enlightening.
Who will then protect awakened self? Shudders.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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