The poem describes a doomed flight over Liberia that was supposed to last 15 minutes but ended up lost for hours with little fuel. As night fell and the compass broke, the pilot announced they were lost. They circled helplessly until the fuel ran out and they crashed in a remote jungle, keeping their "rendezvous with death" as promised in the opening lines. Though tribesmen tried to help, one of the four men aboard had already died in the crash.

1. POETRY – A Rendezvous Over Kpekedu By Bai T. Moore
1. Beneath a sea of amber clouds
2. That Saturday around half-past five
3. Was just the kind of setting
4. ‘Gainst which we left the Foya Field
5. To keep our rendezvous with death
6. Above the hills of Kpekedu.
7. There was nothing unusual
8. When Woods, McLaren, me and Gargeor
9. Taxied down the field
10. For a hop we thought—to Voinjama
11. Just fifteedn minutes flight.
12. when we were-half an-hour gone
13. And no Voinjama in sight
14. Emotions rose and fell,
15. Any layman could conjecture
16. We were destined for a rendezvous
17. With death over Kpekedu hills.
18. What followed threreafter
19. When the pilot said, “We’re lost
20. And the compass does not work,”
21. Was an underscribable drama
22. With our rendezvous with death
23. The night came like a monster,
24. A fierce and gruesome creature
25. And engulfed the helpless Piper Cub
26. With four men trapped aboard,
27. Devoid of any likely chance
28. Save just sufficient gas,
29. To get closer to God.
30. Aimlessly we circled
31. On that moonless Saturday night
32. Like a mango fly without a head
33. To keep our rendezvous with death.
34. Down below in scattered hamlets
35. Tiny lights like fire bugs
36. Flickered to and fro,
37. And curious villagers watched in awe
38. Four souls in agony lost
39. Without a guiding compass
40. Except the hands of God.
41. As hell would soon break loose
42. And the end just seconds ahead
43. We all in unison cried, “O Lord!
44. Our sould are in thy hands.”
45. We heard a hissing sould – pop-pop-pop-!
46. An agonizing signal,
47. That the end had finally come.
48. The gas gavbe out near Ngokuma

2. 49. And BANG! Crashed our plane below
50. In the middle of a trackless jungle,
51. We’d kept our rendezvous with death
52. Above the hills of Kpekedu.
53. Throughout that uninviting night
54. Our dazed and broken bodies bled
55. And moaned for any kind of help
56. Admist the ghostly wreck.
57. While Kissi tribesmen cut through jungles
58. In an effort to render aid
59. Death had snatched his victim.
POETRY – A Rendezvous Over Kpekedu By Bai T. Moore
1. Beneath a sea of amber clouds
2. That Saturday around half-past five
3. Was just the kind of setting
4. ‘Gainst which we left the Foya Field
5. To keep our rendezvous with death
6. Above the hills of Kpekedu.
7. There was nothing unusual
8. When Woods, McLaren, me and Gargeor
9. Taxied down the field
10. For a hop we thought—to Voinjama
11. Just fifteedn minutes flight.
12. when we were-half an-hour gone
13. And no Voinjama in sight
14. Emotions rose and fell,
15. Any layman could conjecture
16. We were destined for a rendezvous
17. With death over Kpekedu hills.
18. What followed threreafter
19. When the pilot said, “We’re lost
20. And the compass does not work,”
21. Was an underscribable drama
22. With our rendezvous with death
23. The night came like a monster,
24. A fierce and gruesome creature
25. And engulfed the helpless Piper Cub
26. With four men trapped aboard,
27. Devoid of any likely chance
28. Save just sufficient gas,
29. To get closer to God.
30. Aimlessly we circled

3. 31. On that moonless Saturday night
32. Like a mango fly without a head
33. To keep our rendezvous with death.
34. Down below in scattered hamlets
35. Tiny lights like fire bugs
36. Flickered to and fro,
37. And curious villagers watched in awe
38. Four souls in agony lost
39. Without a guiding compass
40. Except the hands of God.
41. As hell would soon break loose
42. And the end just seconds ahead
43. We all in unison cried, “O Lord!
44. Our sould are in thy hands.”
45. We heard a hissing sould – pop-pop-pop-!
46. An agonizing signal,
47. That the end had finally come.
48. The gas gavbe out near Ngokuma
49. And BANG! Crashed our plane below
50. In the middle of a trackless jungle,
51. We’d kept our rendezvous with death
52. Above the hills of Kpekedu.
53. Throughout that uninviting night
54. Our dazed and broken bodies bled
55. And moaned for any kind of help
56. Admist the ghostly wreck.
57. While Kissi tribesmen cut through jungles
58. In an effort to render aid
59. Death had snatched his victim.