The last flight

The following piece was written in response to a challenge to write a poem of exactly one hundred words on the theme ‘May-day’. Ever since 9/11 I have been haunted by the thought of what it must have been like to be on the flight-deck of one of those doomed aircraft. I offer this in deep respect.

Nine Eleven 2001
He’s got a gun…
There’s more than one…
Mayday! Mayday!
He smashed Pete’s head…
The guy is dead…
Mayday! Mayday!
He’s at the controls…
God save our souls…
Mayday! Mayday!
He’s changing track…
We’re going back…
Mayday! Mayday!
He’s flying too low…
The towers! No!
Our fate…
Too late!
May…
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