Enola Gay, Bock's Car

Enola Gay                              27/08/05

Sleek and shining as thought itself, I dream the dreams of clouds.
Here I lead my brother, setting the shimmering rail tracks of heaven.
As I slice through time, through right and wrong, he follows.
Sly and silent, a bird of the ether, I am guiltless.
Slowly, my belly rumbles, and opens to smile at the distant world below.

Bock’s Car                             31/08/05

Three days ago, below the air trails of my sister, the world united.
And still I slip between the clouds, though the air itself trembles, wondering at how the sky sets me away from earth.  
Up here, in the age of fire and steel, science answers morality.
I am progress, inevitability,
I am the path down which you walk.
Three days ago you made a decision, do not exclude your own righteous judgement, secretly you bubble with security.
It is purely human to seek the sanctuary beneath my wing.
In the clouds there are no principles, no philosophy.
My only sin is instinct, my freight is evolution.  
I am man’s fortress of the sky, the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart.
Now I am become death, Destroyer of worlds.