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Cult Cargo

I know of sorcerers who call upon jet airplanes
In the jungle of New Guinea
They scrutinise the skies coveting the treasure
The pillage of the freight will bring
 
Watching the plane passing over the Coral Sea
These Papuan creatures not lacking reason
Wait for Viscounts or Comets
To fall from the thick clouds
 
Their totem having never been able to bring down
Either a Boeing or even a DC-4 to their feet
They dream of hijacks and bird crashes
 
Naïve plunderers armed with blowpipes
Sacrificing to the cult of the cargo
Blowing away the planes in the skies
 
Where are you Melody, is your broken body
Haunting the archipelago inhabited by sirens
Or got trapped in the cargo whose alarm
Has fallen silent, are you still drifting
 
Along the currents, have you touched yet
The bright corals of the Guinean coasts
Where native sorcerers skitter in vain
Still hoping for crashing planes
 
Having nothing more to lose or a God to believe in,
Like them, I prayed to the night cargo flights
To get my derisory love back with me again
 
And I keep hoping for an air disaster
That would bring me Melody back
Juvenile girl veered off the disastrous attraction.
 
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Cargo Culte

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