And when all this is over,
Will we just close the car door to that reassuring clunk,
And join the endless stream of tail-lights into the bright neon night;
And numberless jets leave vapour-trails across the hazy skies;
And sickening pangolins and bats lie twitching in the sterilized luggage holds?
"Bloody well hope so!", breathed the billionaires bilious breath -
("Cabin crew prepare for landing")
"More of the same, sir?"
"Quite"