First FatLand Sunset - a poem for an imagined Fat Poets 4 volume

Was having fun wondering how a FatLander's poem about sunsets in FatLand might go..maybe we need a Fat Poets Speak 4:  Fat Poets in FatLand!


First FatLand Sunset

Never thought a jet could feel so good.
30 escapees turned refugees.
FatLand captain checked each of us,
then slammed the doors shut
from the cockpit.

As we rose above ribbons
of clouds
and coasted over rain,
we flew pink, then red
as if we were the cure
for some disease.

Gold glinted down,
first blessing in six years.
The captain told us to belt,
then said, "51 degrees
and by the looks of it,
rain just stopped.
Welcome to FatLand."

I couldn't tell where the sun ended.