by Anne Graue
Fuselage will float
from the sky
no longer burning
in the coming days.
Long after the search &
rescue has turned
to recovery;
long after the stages
of grief
have been observed
and discarded,
someone will find
a seatbelt, a cushion,
a glimmer of metal
or they will find
nothing at all.
Anne Graue writes poetry and teaches online from her home in New York's Hudson Valley. Her poems have appeared in Paradigm, Compass Rose, Sixfold Journal, and The 5-2 Crime Poetry Weekly, and she was a finalist in the Patricia Dobler Poetry Award competition for 2013. She has written reviews of literary magazines for NewPages.com.