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