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Poem · From the Margen catalogue

No one turns a wheel in the cockpit of an A320

Airbus has been teaching people to bank with a side-stick since 1988, a lever the size of a little finger that the co-pilot moves with the right hand.

No one grips a wheel. The 737 crews, on the other side of the glass, still hold the yoke: they envy the shoulder's rest.

Someone said, going up the airstairs: —Here we don't fly with our arms, we fly with the thumb.