Things that flap

physiological appendages

sprouting from mammalian scapula,

according to basic blueprints of 3D form;

iridescently a’glimmer, dragonfly wings,

parchment-patched, animate.

Nothing like an airship, drone or plane;

nor sentient digi-cyber traffic

 populating and jamming the ethers;

all sorts of devices, tech and craft

treating the sanctity of the air

as a free-for-all highway.

 

…

 

I sense the whirr of pinions

swooshing along the slopes of sky

between the folds of atmospheric layers

and the icy rims of space,

stirring up the clutter and stuck stuff

fracturing orbits, sending the junk

to burn-out in freefall,

so the Earth’s integrity and gauzy veils

are refreshed and spring-cleansed.

 

I see a speeding shimmer of disturbance

slicing through our halls of governance,

research bunkers, bankers dens,

market-malls and corridors of power

shattering the static, the stasis

and the ancient thoughforms

grown fat and lazy there.

 

Riding the air-streams are winged fauna

of all sorts: the rightful occupants of air:

honeybees, angels, fruit flies, dragons, devas,

snow geese, paradise birds surfing the currents,

at-one with the elements and directions

 playful or on business,

there they go! Here they are!

not just skimming the local patch

but planet wide;

incipient too in our backspace

 - fledgling inbuilt flying machines!