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Wednesday, 3 June 2009
“You have come into a hard world. I know of only one easy place in it, and that is the grave.” - Henry Ward Beecher
News item: “PARIS/LONDON (Reuters) – The first sighting off Brazil's coast of possible wreckage from a missing Air France jet signals the start of what could be one of the most challenging operations ever mounted to retrieve the tell-tale "black box."The box, which is in fact two separate devices containing cockpit voice recordings and instrument data, offers the best chance of finding out why the Airbus jetliner vanished in an Atlantic storm en route to Paris with 228 people on board.The devices are designed to send homing signals when they hit water, but merely locating them presents one of the most daunting recovery tasks since the exploration of the Titanic and barring good fortune, could take months, experts said.If they are in waters as deep as some people fear, 4,000 meters (13,100 ft) or more, unmanned submersibles would be tested to their limits. Yet past disasters have led to advances in equipment which do give hope for finding out what happened…”
The poem doesn’t trivialise the disaster, but likens it to another on a more personal dimension whose enormity is comparable in emotional magnitude to the survivors.
The flight was doomed The plane would crash The sea would swallow it. As fearful death loomed As bodies turned to ash Tears would follow it.
Sad flotsam now marks The site of death and blight; And deep sea hides: Secrets, circling sharks, Fright, a fatal flight, Covered by shifting tides…
The black box pings In ocean depths, Containing answers; Does it matter?
Our love was cursed Our union would collide And time devour it. Rancour we nursed, As sparks of love died Hate, as wine would sour it.
Our double soaring wings Were cut, and down we dived, From air, we crashed to earth. Severed are heartstrings Yet both of us survived To live a sentient death.
Love letter sings In a forgotten drawer, Containing promises; How it matters!
I have been blogging daily on this platform for several years now. It is surprising that I have persisted as the world is changing and "microblogging" is now the norm. I blog to amuse myself, make comment on current affairs, externalise some of my creativity, keep notes on things that interest me, learn something new and to surprise myself with things that I discover about this wonderful, and sometimes crazy, world we live in.
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