Three Seven Zero Poem by Jay Hall

Flight of mystery
cloaked in riddle.
Reducing even experts
to drool & spittle.
Peeled to the west
flew high and low.
What became of those
seated in aisle & window?
A world that sees all
somehow blind to this plane.
Chances to find her
seeming to wane.
Fate in the ocean
many fathoms low.
Or camouflaged safely
on a remote archipelago?
Not a peep:
nary a word.
No mayday squawk
from this Malaysian bird.
Where can she be;
where did she go?
What is your read
on Three Seven Zero?