Amelia, Amelia Earhart, after her plane was torn apart and bursting through the trees
She remembered picking lemons with William Randolph Hearst and how a spinning plane propeller turned liquid in the sun
And as the co*kpit burned, her hair filled with sparks, but when the gla** exploded in, everything went dark.
She remembered sipping consomme' with William Howard Taft and a boy with perfect skin who smelled like mustard gas
And as the co*kpit burned, she couldn't help but smile, recalling a dancing bear she'd seen as a child.