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wing and a prayer
brace
brace
or
kiss your
arse goodbye
they say ‘put
your own mask on first’
it will
drop down
think
Munch
help later
it’s
different in business
a
parachute in first
they say ‘remove
your heels’
they say ‘keep
calm’
take
nothing with you for the afterlife
you mustn’t
even e-smoke
there will
be alarms
read the
card
each subtly
different
a poem for
each
must make
one’s own
flying’s
like the old days
feet up and
miles per hour
they say
it’s the first twenty seconds airborne
and the
last
it will be
a kind of birth
from the
tin womb no-zone
from the place
out of time
from the catastrophe
take something
from the perfume trolley
to mask
the evil smell
vomit bag
has a thousand uses
then slide
into the
fiery furnace
skip
clouds
into the icy
sea
follow the
lights along
note which
way now
so’s to
remember
it’s all
on hold
oh what
fun it all will be
what goes
up must
my dear
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