Way to heaven

Like wide-bodied aeroplanes
Threading through the New York sky
They navigate with seeming ease
Between green pillars metre-high
Heavy-laden, hear them come
With their terrifying hum
Crashing into tower tops
Assaulting all the rooftop shops
Religiously they work to please their God
Or queen of honey bees
Luckily only a lavender heaven
Not another nine eleven…

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