Flight 93


The crater rises above you
Men labouring long hours
Couldn't raise such walls
That rose in a moment
From across the field
It was a grass-covered hill
But here is where it fell
Faster than men are meant to fly
Look back along its path
To the open sky from which it came
It streaked to earth nose first
With too much force to survive
It disappeared
Taking all who rode it
Villian and hero
To a smoking grave
Under a grass-covered hill
In a non-descript field

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