Aerial train amid the sky on concrete posts,
Angelic is your nearly silent pace!
Uncanny cereals are spiking in the dust
Of suburbs that surround the airport gates.
A swift foyer in flight above the rails,
Harvesting space, time squeezed into a ball,
You're hiding bodies on their way to go astray
In taking off – all out of man's control.
New York, 17 February 2015
(Translation from Russian original: http://stihi.ru/2014/06/21/930)