Devoir

Duty freed what?
An abstraction from a metaphor?
A pencil cut bleeds into wheel ruts
Until one pilot ignored the semaphore

And ran, ground
Banned, unfound
A spirit tree
An open breeze

Flag prayers whiff 
It's natural, gaseous
Backs gone stiff
And restful ashes

Bygone frauds
To fawn: lauds
Dreams inferred
Mechies whirred

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