Ahead

 

the hangers now stand empty

mettle icons to an earlier time

their airships long since floated

into the wind of history

when what dreams could be

were captured at the toss of a wrench

processed beneath those girders strong

into new flying machines

always somber blue to the east

to the west fiery red

and above only steel clouds

as the hangers now stand empty

waiting to be retooled

to build again what takes to the air

with throttle full up and away

and able to withstand

the skies of armor ahead

 

© 2006  Chris Sorrenti