Tonton Andre

by Marin Cramer

In loving memory of Andre? Adam.

From the treacherous acidic green skies,
To the cerulean heavens your white plane flies.
I would always have remembered you, Tonton Andre?,
From when you lived, vingt rue Amiral Bouvet.

While your plane soars above the water,
You are aware of every danger.
I would always have remembered you, Tonton Andre?,
From when you lived, vingt rue Amiral Bouvet.

As the engine rambles in the firmament,
The aircraft begins its tranquil descent.
I would always have remembered you, Tonton Andre?,
From when you lived, vingt rue Amiral Bouvet.

But when the airliner hits the ground,
It forms a big black mound.
I would always have remembered you, Tonton Andre?,
From when you lived, vingt rue Amiral Bouvet.

And as the smoke rises to the heaven above,
My uncle flies away like a delicate white dove.
I would always have remembered you, Tonton Andre?,
From when you lived, vingt rue Amiral Bouvet.