Taking off &; landing during the hours of darkness

The flyboys
tell me it is common procedure
to dim the cabin lights
when taking off and landing
during the hours of darkness.

I love the dark
but I am always surprised
by the way my stomach thrives
when our world and all its lights
peels away from the plane
at an unatural angle of
defiance and
turbines drive us
vortex rising,
confusing gravity
that this should be possible.

We are heading into the
Columbian jungle
with keys of coke
and a copy of a vintage 1970's
Rolling Stones album.
Jerry Hall.
Bianca Jagger.
None of them can save us from
being lost in the green platter
served forceably through
those small but very thick plane windows
like a giant brocoli feast.

Spiralling --

16 years later we would be found
by a novelist and her friend,
who screamed when she saw
the flyboys with their yellow, bent
Dennis Weaver sunglasses
perched on gawky rotten skeletons.
Hanging out of the windows
like teenagers, joyriding.

The intruders on our resting place
killed a bushmaster snake.
They stepped on me
to get to the drugs.
Rocked out to the Stones,
and drank our whisky, and smoked.

I know this because
despite my lack of life,
I still had perfectly good sight in one eye.