No Fly

Moths pinned in rows static
Held still, not in the air
Grounded on the tarmac there.

Taxi ranks empty
Destinations await
Duty free, box of gold
Mini fans left unsold.

No more the race headlong
No more the bump and lift
No aircraft travelling fast
No joyful wind rushing past.

Wings sag, engines silent
Passengers and cases absent.
Fire crews stood down
Baggage handlers sent home
Meals not wheeled
Nor hoisted aboard.

Moths pinned in rows static
Held still, not in the air
Grounded on the tarmac there.

Martin Delemare

14th June 2010

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