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.