Departure Lounge
whilst waiting
on inauspicious days
for flights
the Angel of extreme unease
whispers to the departees
things they wouldn't wish to hear
like 'pilot error'
and ' faulty landing-gear'
and they see his shadow cross the wall
in the terminal
at the final call
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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