A dry rasp of cellophane scrapes
          White noises’ impenetrable wall
                    Where pages of the daily news snap, 
                    pennants on the battlements 

Rattling ice in a plastic cups
	Silent crystal lace on the windows
		Hushed voices murmur, 
                the secret language of ghosts

A salient protest from a babe in arms
          Pierces the cyclonic fury of twin engines
                 heaving sub zero blue