lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


2 August 2005

2: Air France

leave it up to the experts
behind the machine
wielding thoughts of erotica
advertising shampoo scenes
cos yeah - I see that
a plane crashed today




"It's a miracle flight,
number three fifty-eight."
and we're thankful and all
though for a minute
we hoped -- sort of -- for the usual ending
So we could Remember The Day When...?

but
there was nothing. Only flames and smoke
and traffic jams along the way.