Author Ange Mlinko The flight attendants go from kore to semaphore as a city falls into discredited ether — Gewick, gewick, oo-oo! Shoulderless stoic, take — from hands wisely gloved — a bony treat through the hardware in your face; shrug your throat. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments