Today was canceled. Pack your bags and walk
Away from vending boxes selling bags
Of neon hue—against the beige—and talk.
The chatter's constant. Televisions nag
On altars propped above the greasy seats.
A woman drops her phone; a moment's pause
In conversation. Crowds of people bleat...
I'm deaf. My ears were snapped to bits by jaws
With orange caps and sparkle ankle boots.
Processional piranhas dressed in red
Observe the ceremony. Each salutes
The mouth for eye and ear—from color lead,
For hungry masses: inspiration's screen.
It gobbles up their cud, then beams a scene.
“Flights were cancelled across large parts of Britain today as the continuing disruption from the volcanic ash cloud reignited tensions between airlines and the aviation safety watchdog.”
– Dan Milmo & Martin Wainwright, The Guardian, Sunday 16 May 2010 22.10 BST
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/may/16/volcanic-ash-uk-flight-disruption
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1 comment:
I really like this one, but the ending is unsatisfactory. The last two lines feel anticlimactic in the wake of the images that precede it. The rest is great, though.
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