Bird Strike

Like fish out of water they cluster, gasping for

Herd immunity,

Scrap aluminium

Shadowing hot tarmac.

High on kerosene we were

Flying blind to Armageddon

Until a bird-strike did for the engines

Clipping our wings

 

Wake up and

Reclaim your baggage,

Be humble

(Latest score: Coronavirus 6-Humanity 0)

Ground your brain, breathe deeply and

Learn to get by without cabin crew.

Marco Polo did.

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