Babies land and depart guilelessly
From their perfectly formed craft
Arrival halls shrill with new meetings
Creased caresses and gentle gazes
From faulty and age laden vehicles
For those left behind
Only the half empty duty-free care
Scattered with cold cups of coffee
Sharp objects required
X-rays and body searches waited for
In a queue no one stands in
And acrid in the palm of your hand
From every bed-end and door way
Policed by your conscience
Or a nagging relative
Children scream
Talk abounds in whispers
Medicine is suspiciously sipped
Endless corridors
Lead to
Endless departure lounges
Leading to
An Endless departure gate