Smoke Plume
As the airport bus passes the factory
smoke exuded from a tall chimney
climbs toward the sky
it is a towering pale emanation
a poisonous immense emission
of man-made pollution
higher than the tallest office
block, a monumental offence
a high wire fence
surrounds the polluters
while international commuters
who are also voters
are driven by, toward the check-ins
burgers and Portuguese chickens
novelty cushions
and jewelled window displays
glittering in purpose-built bays
they pass in a daze
before being led into soft aisles
by women with false smiles
and rising miles
into the air; from the curved windows
the pollution tower, pale as snow,
now far below
has quickly shrunk to the size
of a feather – one which lies
among the glaze
and grouting of a tiled floor
the pools and rooftops have become, far
down; it’s no more
than a wisp, as the aisle ascends
and the view outside smoothes out its bends
and loose ends
and becomes as flat to the eye
as a road map – even the factory
and its chimney
with the towering plume seems tiny,
and man-made structures, no matter how many,
are revealed as puny.
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