Blips on a radar screen the main indication
stacked in a long line waiting to land
thousands of tons of planes in the air poised
families and friends waiting excitedly below
passengers putting their full trust in the crew
anxious that their arrival time maybe overdue!
Circling for an available airport landing slot
guided by computers pilots and ground control
only a few know the numbers floating up there
every few seconds many craft take off and land
how near to a major crash or irreversible mistake
over populated skies the risk we are forced to take!
Are these beasts safe flying their numbers expanding
carbon tubes our fate in their hands on landing!
The Foureyed Poet.