Lift off. Two splendid Lufthanse pilots will hoist me high over the awe-filled
Atlantic’s awesome February God’s terror .
Should we belly-land, well. Well. And all manner of things shall be well under gigantic grey-green waves racing towards Ireland.
I will arise. Lift off. Go now.
Two splendid ( no longer ) Young Luftwaffe pilots will. Our North Atlantic in
February ? Better vomit before , during, after our machine has settled – hardly an instant of unearthly peace