pomes of buddy don: Two Crashes

Two CrashesThe two plane crashes serve as bookends toThe long hard journey through the wildernessOf government by gut without reviewOr calm consideration of what’s bestOr even curiosity about what’s really true.The first was masterfully executedBy men whose twisted minds could justifyDestructive tactics planned and only suitedTo spread religious hate, to terrify —As if by evil, truth could be