we only see the aeroplanes.

Somewhere in the black recess,
deep in the darkness, 'hind a hill
far away, the sky glows ominously
red. A quiet night flame burns.
It violently jumps in mighty
spurts orange and malevolently greys
great billows. It is
a fire so wildly strong, so
consuming; somewhere out there is Hell
on Earth. Yet in spite o' its deathly glory -
its fearsome enorm'ty -
it's just another distant danger, lost,
far in the background, far
from the notice
of the passing people and the passing planes
and the smooth-running of life
as it is seen
from the viewing mall.

We were all meant to busily
shuffle through this port, anyway.