When the Plane Dived
When the plane dived and the machine gun spattered
The deck, in his numb clutch the tugging wheel
Bucked madly as he strove to keep the keel
Zig-zagging, that was all that mattered....
To keep the ship zig-zagging endlessly,
Dodging that diving devil. Now again
The bullets spattered like a squall of rain
About him; and again with desperate grip
He tugged to port the helm... the keep the ship
Zig-zagging.... Zagging through eternity;
To keep the ship ...... a sudden scalding pain
Shot through his shoulder and the whole sky shattered
About him in red fire; and yet his grip
Tightened upon the wheel... to keep the ship
Zig....zig... zig-zagging, that was all that mattered.
