What deep and piercing thunder from the dark and foggy sky!
coming not from mother nature, but from those who fly.
When they pass by you will know; the ground begins to shake.
If you’re sleeping or you’re dreaming, you will surely wake.
I look to see from whence I hear this ripping thunderous roll
but with no light the night conceals in blackness charred like coal.
Mankind flexes almost unlimited godlike creativity and might
restlessly researching constantly working even throughout the night
Stretching domination with determination to the east and further west
With the furry of a race we launch ourselves to space. What endless limits can we test?
Whatever dreams and aspirations of yesterday’s fanticy
Will all but certain, come tomorrow, be our destiny
The poet was inspired by an unseen Airforce jet one night while visiting a military base.