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Poems by Inchiki
ghast
when the fog lifted
the aircraft men saw
that a terrible accident
had taken place
silently
two jet liners
skiied accross the runway
and just touched
nose to nose
almost imperceptable
to the eye
a spark jumped between
and set fire
to the cockpit
so that all the inhabitants
burnt to death in an
inferno
the firemen at the time
were munching lunch
there were no sounds heard but
soap dispensers in the bathroom
and a meowing cat
there was no smell
but that of melted cheese
in the kitchenette
