Tuesday, 10 December 2013


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 –

                                                   Malaysian Air . . . . . . .

© Sue Burley