Ho! Spin those props, let the big thing shudder,
let it jerk like elephants into the sky,
the ridiculous motley of tin ponders and muses bravely
a touch grave and shaky, but concentrating, and not too shy,
dinkying along with the satirical air of an unimportant army,
particularly splendid in that it is slightly confusing
and what has it up there, what ticks it on?
Why, the overriding cockpit of the heart.
St-Lambert, circa 1983.