Kabul's night-lighting along the earth's curvature <br />is slight compared with the black space rising above <br /> <br /> <br />In this mighty starless space an ornamental glowing bow of white letters is to be read <br /> <br /> <br />EX INCT PEOPL <br /> <br /> <br />A sleeping TV reporter mutters <br /> with a horse's mouth <br />that the denied are hunted there they <br />won't be allowed to reside<br /><br />Mikael Ejdemyr<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-airplane-window/
