Lost Baggage - Poem by Phil Soar
What happens to your case when it goes out of sight?
Speeding on a rubber belt to catch its flight
And wandering conveyors and those x-ray tools
Getting flung to corners where they break the rules
Who knows what happens when that case has disappeared?
Who fondles it, or makes it look like its careered?
Down a mountainside, or thrown against a wall
Opened, closed, for reasons not yet known to all
And when the case goes missing and is lost in space
Who has that vacant look upon their stupid face?
The airline representative who doesn’t care
What happened to your case while it was in the air
Did it go to Katmandu instead of Pakistan?
Was it hijacked by some baggage handling man?
Or did it just go round in circles on a carousel?
Was it part of a plot by some large drugs cartel?
Who knows what happens when that case has left your grip?
Or where it will end up as part of your planned trip?
One thing’s for sure, it wasn’t on the plane with you
So when you said goodbye to it, your clothes went missing too! .
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