They take you through the hollow tube, and kick you onto the 2inch thick doors.
the stewardess gives you looks as if she can see right through your wooden skin.
they pick you up, you belong in the luggage, they say.
why someone would bring livestock onto a plane is unknown, but will fool the immigrant baggage men.
the velocity and sound of the jet streams emotion floating begins to knock up a storm, deafening to the unshattered ear.
it is cold, icy cold in the luggage storage. How would they expect pig to survive here, yet alone man?
rumbling gets louder, then louder, until you gravitate and crescendo to a world of avian beauty and icy winds. you peer through the cracks in the crate and the small windows lining the compartment. the clouds whisper sub Rosa to their peers, before realizing it is simply vapor.
chilling temperatures, the sky looks a different blue, a lapiz lazuli and arcane and barren snowy landscapes over Greenland ask for civilization but speculation is received. no-one experiences its conditions, but you feel its coldness and curriculum vitae slipping into your system.
the arctic wind streams cause turbulence and suck your brain. the animals around you, who are in special heat-protecting cages to keep them from the icy chills that run straight through you.Murine, Caprine, Psittacine, Feline, Avian and Canine calls echo around as the turbulence kicks them and sways them to and fro.
unknown of our fate, a steep plummet begins, and without the robot voice of the captain, fierce calls resonate and you fear for you life, cold, hungry and uncomfortable.
the descend steepens, and ugly fate rests, you use the adrenalin of fear to smash open the crate, just to see,
