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At Farnborough, it makes its presence known,
a sculpted form from hands half-God half-man,
all knowing in its symmetry and span
of wing, from nose to tip of tailfin grown
to greet the eye remarking stillness thrown
from such a jaggedness! - Leap as it can
behind wheel chocks, the image of a man
whose heights it scales, here in the ideas sown.
Announced, it whines and trembles like a hound,
then engine after-burners muscle in
and episodic thunder now sustained
removes it to a vertical ascent
ripping the sky's directory, height gained
in seconds, streaking silver breaking sound! |
