
A celestial trail crossing
the west London sky
very faintly

A celestial trail crossing
the west London sky
very faintly

Eyes glued to screens
On tablets and phones:
Absorbed, alone with their egos

Vienna and Wiesbaden can
No more be reach’d
From this here station

Like ants they crawl
Across a sea of glass
High above the River Thames

Let us spray
That the water will help
Nourish the vegetati-on

Your eye is enticed
towards a celestial light,
relentlessly

At the high altar
Promises are now made
That no one may alter

The house of God reaches
upwards to meet with
the cloudy firmament

Power, skill, tactics,
tennis on the closely clipped lawn:
game, set, and match
Waiting, waiting, waiting,
Always delay’d
Why did we fly Ryanair?