Dirt In The Ground
There is a small airport just a few miles off of Highway 74 in North Carolina that has an airplane bone yard.
A bone yard is a place where old aircraft are taken when their useful life is over. They sit there until someone needs a used part and it is stripped off, returning like organic decay into the soil. So in a way, these inanimate birds face the same fate as their biological cousins. They deteriorate away until there is nothing left, when they just go to a scrap heap to be forgotten.
Whenever I visit this place, I am reminded of Tom Wait's 1992 record Bone Machine, a rather dark and hard edged piece of work. In particular the song Dirt in the Ground run through my head as I walk among the planes and imagine both the places they've been and where they'll ultimately end up.
What does it matter, a dream of love
The quill from a buzzard
Now the killer was smiling
Now Cain slew Abel
(c) Tom Waits
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