Smoldering Fuselage

Just outside the house of the dead
Jet planes crash into flame
The jagged lightning cracks and hovers
Outstretched hands snatch to take me
In heat entrenched, the coupled names
Hit and fall in the ashes
What is that name
What is that game
What is that bright place
Now I stand on those craters
There was an error in their course
They crashed inside their own reflection
And those shiny, metallic bodies
Secrets abound about their names
I turn my head, look, and I see them
What is that name
What is that game
What is that bright place
I don’t know
I don’t know