Image: David Kovalenko
It appeared from above, an amazing feat of parking.
Nestled snuggly between the trees
As if dropped strategically into place.
The vegetation had stepped back, swaying out of the way
Making a space, welcoming it to earth.
But from ground level, it was a different story
The plane’s canopy was intact,
Creating an illusion of all being well
The undercarriage though was spread throughout the forest
Littering the landscape with metal and people bits
No chance of survival,
Some still strapped in their seats.
All that was left to do was gather up the pieces.