Weightless in the sky
Above Lakehurst she becomes
A funeral pyre
And since this is a haiku and therefore is not long enough to be posted, I will post the last paragraph from my essay on Fahrenheit 451.
The government of the aforementioned dystopia relies on its complacent citizens to do its job. A single, free-thinking radical could upset the entire system and destroy it after realizing how fragile it really was. Leaders realized this and quickly set about doing what they needed to do to keep their government alive. They started by simply condensing books, so that a copy of Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet would become a simple, easy to read three or four page pamphlet. And when technology improved, they did as well. Books quickly melted into television and became so short they were barely recognizable. Cars got faster and faster as well, and soon what was once beautiful countryside was now a green blur rushing by a window. Never again would someone look out and say “What a beautiful field!”, stop and smell the roses, or take a step off the beaten path. At that point, the government had achieved its goal. No more radicals. No more worry. No more thought. The world had become a blur.