Gantry

The eachness of those gantries
subsumed in the melancholy
co-ordination of their movements;

They cut wet, ropes of aluminium
spiraling, sometimes achieving
escape velocity, sometimes
skittering across the floor;

The grey bones of wings form
in the shriek and hum
of operation,
the frame

That will whisk ten thousand souls
perhaps successfully
to southern vacations;

The gantries of course do not care;
their careful teeth reach down
in triplicate

through the mist
of their own manufacture
and work.