If I get a choice I don’t want to be waking
up under commercial aircraft flight paths;
and given a brutal reality it isn’t optional -
why can’t it be deemed a seekable dream
Controlled air space history suggests we
best keep declared air lanes sacrosanct
as entities - but doesn’t also deem folks
on th’ ground ought be dissonance-free
When its mayhem time, when flight path
intervals measure in seconds & there’s a
sordid peak traffic roar for an age with 3
daily repeats - why’s it acceptable as an
Effect of where we are in this mess. Ok,
we’re not metropolitan where its routine
dressage; our airport’s over 100k and an
hour and a half travelling away -
But we still have to pay plebeian suffrage
for being country-remote & freed prompts
of urbanity - so flight paths noisily descend
over us enroute to distant city inanity
Oh thankee, City Fathers …
© 29 November 2015, I. D. Carswell
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