Human Cargo

 

It’s best as dusk falls

on a clear and starry night,

the sky slowly staining

to washable blue;

chimneys lino-cut into

the border of tonight’s review.
 

Above the inky trees,

the Plough wages war

against the arc

of London’s sulphurous glow.                    

Stars hone gem-stone facets,

razor sharp and brilliant.

One by one they come,

beyond the pylons’ lifelines;

spangled shimmers of light

descending across the dark vault,

plotting the route, homing in –

                                Qantas,

                                           Virgin,
                                                   Malaysian Air . . . . . . .

 
 

© Sue Burley