I knew of one
Who knew to fly
He knew well
What it entailed
To turn
His tail
To the ground
And soar
The headwind
Whipping
The crosswind
Trying it’s best
To sway off course
The tailwind
Knowing nought
But to follow
Entranced
But
The headwind
Whipped
Until the hull
Was a carcass
The crosswind
Brought with it
The maggots
That turned
The carcass
Into bones
And the tailwind
Scattered
The bones
Into dust