“Smack—” brutal interruption.
Boeings groan down the runway—flight!
“Smack.”
The ceiling.
Freedom, flight, yes—there it is!
The hollow, cloudless sky,
The deep song of technology
Ushering them all unto distant horizons,
To distant shores.
Now—“Smack!”
The window.
Portals of complexity, numbers; calculations.
Confusion, darkness, loneliness—
“Smack”

Crippled wings and foreign tongues,
Dejected, forgotten refuse makes for a greasy coffin
As the carcass awaits decomposition.

Defeat.
Death.