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I know of the sorcerers who summon the jets

From the jungles of New Guinea

They survey the skies coveting the money

That pillaging would bring them from that freight

On the Coral Sea, in the wake of that

Machine, those creatures who have no need

Of reason, those Papuans wait to see

The wreck of an Airbus and of a Comet

And because their totem hasn’t ever been able to bring down

Either a Boeing or even a Fokker to the ground

They dream of hijacks and of collisions with gulls

Those naive ship-wreckers armed now

With blowguns who make sacrifice to the cargo cult

As towards the sky and the airplanes their poison darts are bound

Where are you Melody and your lost frame

Is it haunting the archipelago where the sirens are becalmed?

Or is it clinging to the plane whose alarm

Siren has gone silent, did you remain?

Floating on the currents, have you already found

Those luminous corals of the Guinean coasts and sailed

Where those indigenous sorcerers still hope in vain

For planes to be brought to the ground?

Having nothing to lose nor a God to believe in

And so that they might return my trivial passions

I, like them, I call to the night cargo planes

And I hold onto that hope of an aviation disaster

That would bring Melody back again

A child taken captive by the lure of the stars there

What was your name?

Melody

Melody what?

Melody Nelson

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