It had seemed an eternity
since we crashed
into the snowy mountain peaks
& it was obvious now that no-one was coming.
In another few hours it would be dark
and silent except for the howling wind.
We drew lots to decide
– the Indian guy in the blue suit won –
he was dead anyway, or dying, maybe, to be accurate.
he said his name was –
Someone managed to find the salt & pepper sachets
& we got a barbie going,
opened a few tinnies
& I’ll tell you
– we worked up a real appetite
hacking his leg off with those plastic knives
& what a baby – never shut up whining.
It didn’t help with Jamie cracking jokes about
being partial to an Indian & something about coriander
– said he was only trying to cheer him up like.
Anyway, as I said,
it really was a matter of survival
cos no-one was going to eat that lukewarm airline food
although the peanuts were OK
– something to munch on
whilst Jamie turned the steaks.