THE
OLD RHINEBECK AERODROME
By
Eric Seddon
Crosses,
pelicans, storks, and old whiskey ads
Echo
in reply to the mechanical music of
Zeppelin,
Spad, Sopwith, Fokker,
Their
miraculous alloy of air and machine.
Arthurian
names of Richtofen, Guynemer,
Fonck,
Eddie Rickenbacker:
War
was still personal, still declared,
Pilots
made newspapers, knights beyond gravity;
The
aerial choreography of reconnaissance,
Resistance,
close combat.
The
last frontier of chivalry, the last
Time
hats were tipped, respect known
For
enemies, an age before death became
Raw
data. When warfare depended
Upon
young daring, stripped of caste
United
by boldness, talent,
And
skill. Revolutions in the clouds
Romance
in sacrifice, I visit to remind
Myself
of things our world forgot.
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