The towers, welded P S P
Shaped like long boxes, different
In length, set in concrete bases,
Are crowned with high intensity.
The lights, brilliant, fog-piercing,
Jutting skyward from the graveyard
From plots no longer occupied,
Gather the stream of Skymasters
And funnel them to safety.
"Big Easy Three Five, Takeover
And land your aircraft visually."
Ingrid's cherub supervises.