In The Kingdom of the Air
An industrial liturgy
Mocks the towers left down here
Bound by land and sea.
Angels, white, with metal wings
Above high mountains flying,
Soar beyond the Earthly things,
Laughing, singing, dying.
Poet, shut up!
You are insane
Your angel is an aeroplane
And it rules the Kingdom of the Air
Look up, look up, look up, despair!
Your angel is an aeroplane:
It splutters, jumps, flys (again)
And conquers the Kingdom of the Air,
Making magic mundane.