Boneyard

 

One last stop before I go:
There’s a place I’d come to know
From some movies that I’ve seen,
And it’s called
“The Boneyard”

 

 
Where old aircraft come to die
In the desert, side-by-side,
To be retooled, or maybe
Scrapped for parts
 

 
But here dignity is lying,
The magnificence of flying
Lingers after
Stillness hits
The heart
 

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