Here is the heretofore of our lack and dis-order: 

the flight attendants have disappeared

the stands are empty... 

the passengers are asking questions of delays

the engineers are fixing the stereo playing Eminado in the streets 

there's the tail of the plane,

resting,

supine in the hangar

in the cockpit, no captain

there's a jet silence here 

no alto pitch of the announcer's message

the aluta anger is in the air...

(R) 20/4/16