pick apart

the scattered pieces

reconstruct the shattered whole

craft a cleverthoughtful thesis

seek the substance and the soul

wings disordered


and tattered


but then they should have flown

as if now were all that mattered

as if the pilot should have known

but he did know (it seems quite clear)

that he was dead while he was dying

his veteranpilots taught him fear

tore his wings then sent him flying

wonderwhying on he flew

(and he was dead while he was flying)

turbulence was all he knew

he searched for substance kept up trying

and trying to full fill his role

a shattered hole was all he found

he was only ever

scattered pieces

he just finally hit the ground