At the edge the land, the sky and the ocean below she stands,
A brief moment of freedom during flight.
A chance to ask God for forgiveness,
Only accelerating to an end.
Upon the rocks below to be set free,
My God from this prison she had made for herself.

Hounds baying at her heels,
The dogs of commerce clamoring for her very flesh.
"All they want is money", she once had said to herself.
Just a fleeting millennia of sailing like a bird,
The feeling appealed to her more each moment.

They now stand on the precipice peering over onto the rocks and murmuring,
“I just cant figure out why she would go and do a thing like that.
You know, towards the end she was acting very strangely.
She did some things that scared me and my wife half to death.
She’s been a different woman since that September day“.

She didn’t jump actually, a throng of people who despised her had come to watch her jump,
The crowd was so large she was simply pushed over the edge.
A silence fell on the stunned humanity gathered there,
And only one lone cry was heard,
“Oh My God, America!! What shall we do now”?

©2008 Walt Hardester