Kabul's night-lighting along the earth's curvature
is slight compared with the black space rising above


In this mighty starless space an ornamental glowing bow of white letters is to be read


EX INCT PEOPL


A sleeping TV reporter mutters
with a horse's mouth
that the denied are hunted there they
won't be allowed to reside

Mikael Ejdemyr

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-airplane-window/