John is Dead

His flying was jaunty.

He spent weeks at a time away from his family,

encrusted in grease and shards of steel.


His hands burned.


His maiden voyage would be “one for the ages.”


As he sat in the cockpit


his key sat idle in his hand,

his heart lumped itself in his throat.

He was prepared to make it happen.

He was prepared to prove his neighbors wrong.

The key turned.

The spark between the ignition and the battery lit up.

The plane exploded and John was dead.

And still no one cared.


~ by Shawn M. Young on May 24, 2014.

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