When I repatriated, from Australia to England, in July 1997...
Poem 40 of 230: EFFICIENCY
On a flight from 'Cisco to New York, One hour our plane did balk, As on the full-runways we taxied While competing-planes were freed.
Yet, as I looked around the cabin, Sometime during all this stalling, It was sadly evident to me That far too many seats were free.
Then, after a late takeaway tea, I turned on the New York T.V., And saw some adults acting like stars, About landing a toy on Mars.
Yet, walking Manhattan the next day, I saw tens with nowhere to stay, And I wondered just how much housing, For the poor, that space-wealth could bring.