The Hijacking

The Hijacking Away again to somewhere else, as far as I can tell… the destination not my own, the navigator overthrown, and promises of hell sound with the low fuel warning bells. The hijackers will not relent and promise to destruct explosives brought aboard the plane leaving not but aluminum rain if I run out of lady luck and my fuel now almost spent. A prayer, a wish, a mayday call and still no end in sight looking for a place to land and some way to restore command. My passengers aboard the flight are mine to protect from the fall. Against my temple, a loaded gun and suicidal bombers rage. I’m an icon for the world stage as the engines flame out one by one.

k.g.