Poem: Escape

By Jack Brummet

1

Take the worst that could happen.
Add two zeros.

2
High fidelity clouds gather over
The tattered stage flats of a world on fire.

3
There is no one to clear our lift off.
We sort our way between the flak and shrapnel.

4
The ground rolls away behind us.
You and me.
             ---o0o---