Fear of Flying

Through dawn light, Black bodies plummet into blue—

One in thousands destined to dissolve in blue.

Our pressed collars cannot protect our grace

Each polished button drowns its shine in blue.

They claim the stratosphere's a neutral space

But graves are mapped and measured, signed in blue.

Our mothers dressed us bright as morning stars

Now obituaries, neat, aligned in blue.

These clouds reject our outstretched hands at last

Our dreams of flight forever twined with blue.