2012
They found a plane in France,
A spitfire and a body.
He was in the cockpit
His wings eaten clean
But with the same
Ghostly eyes.
A prairie boy does not
Lie in the cool ocean.
They told his wife,
His mother eaten too,
Even laid the letter
On her grave in
Saskatoon.
En haut mourait un Dieu.
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The Collections of a Spitfire and a Body
PoetryI recently read an article about a world war 2 fighter pilot who was shot down in 1942 and, miraculously, his body was discovered and identified 70 years later. It got me to thinking about what his family went through, having to endure all of those...
