22 OCTOBER 1983, Page 24

Jumbo Jet

T n this plane I'm just a parcel, I No longer an individual soul;

The minute of tension, the moment of take-off Is over, and all is yet in control.

In this jumbo jet of latest design Three hundred such human parcels are we; Flight is westward along with the sun, The plane crowded to capacity.

But suppose if the plane loses height, In course of landing goes out of control: Will each of the three hundred parcels Rate an individual soul?

A. L. Rowse