Jets

by Aidan Andrew Dun

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Above a metallic
multicoloured ocean
fins of gigantic sharks
glide at noon.

The long-stay car-park’s
mosaic of waves
breeds these vast fish
with iron nose-cones

Who eat the sky as they leap
from world to world
disappearing efficiently
into the cloudbase, look:

Perspex eyes flash
with electronic wisdom.
Accelerating across
the upper sky-surf

Psi-like echolocation
remote sensing
are all part of a very
mechanistic psychology

Borrowed from the
intelligence of monsters
soon to be created for
man’s peace of mind.

Be eaten then by
these new predators
streaking towards the
overpopulated cities.

They smell the million
life-forms, the blood
gorge on those who
give themselves away.

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