If passengers will look now to the port
(or left-hand) side, a once-a-lifetime view
awaits: the End of Time, abruptly caught
in freeze-frame, an apocalypse for you!
Remember this: it’s quite the last resort
you’ll ever visit; if that makes you blue,
we have for sale some souvenirs (of sorts):
memento mori from our cabin crew.
The Captain swears – on this, his final flight –
that turbulence you feel will shortly end.
Please lock all seats and tables back upright,
and shrive your mortal souls as we descend.
We thank you all for flying Phoebus Air.
No refunds – since you’ve literally no prayer.