They takeoff.

Far and away they go,
Cruising in the gloom.
   
Scores descend they land,  
Blowing terrible sounds,
Steaming dark fumes.

Goliath metal birds
come and go,
Channeling separate folks
who come and go.

I see them embracing,
Euphorically, but I think 
unhappiness they conceal.
Separate folks faking joy
When eyes tell me ordeals.
 
Reflecting, I grouch,
Reposing on an iron couch.

Can’t take a rare break,
When howling engines
keep me awake.