Wraith

I heard a whisper in the air as we stood in the pasture,
Just a whisper overhead as we planned our future vineyard,
We looked up horrified to see
The black death-wing slowly glide over us,
A Wraith slicing Heaven in two,
Past the twin towers of the LaCygnes power plant,
Dipping a wing ever so slightly toward them,
On the way back to Whiteman Air Force Base.