High Choice - edit2

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High Choice


Two men ride bareback, unprotected
high above a level polder
working manfully to fix
a windmill-turbine generator.

Geartrains rupture, safeties crack---
blades whip, grease and insulation
blow black smoke,
a flaming halo traps the pair.

They hug, as men will in extremis.

Then one leaps for fear of burning
and one burns for fear of falling.

Grace.

Inspired by somewhat garbled reports of an incident.  "---" for em dash (borrowed machine).

Nice piece, I like all the contrast provided. I do think it could use a bit of expansion...but maybe that's just me wanting more since I enjoy the writing. It is a depiction of an event, yet the current conciseness also does create an ambiguity that makes me ponder on the piece more than I may if it was expanded and described more thoroughly. So, not sure...either way, I enjoyed it.