Like a giant locust green and yellow circling thwwwum-p thwwwum-p thwwwum-p looking for a stalk of corn to land. Eliambulanza printed on its side. A deck hand armed only with a tall step ladder makes his way around the stern from lamp to lamp climbs each one as he comes to it, removes the globe and moves on to the next. The locust's getting tetchy now and belly-wiggles -- much to say Get on with it, for Time is of the essence, man. Finally the lights are down there's room now for the rotor blades... thwwwum-p thwwwum-p thwwwum-p reminders come that it's still there. The deck hand joins his mates -- there's still some clearing to be done: deck chairs, loungers, tables, food stalls. Only then... but finally we're ready for... One deck up, we're crowding forward cameras and smart phones ready for... It's Action...? No, the ambulance completes a final circuit, turns and disappears. Show over folks. Dispiriting to realise (I don't at first) the reason why the need for it has passed.
This is a rewrite of an older poem. You can read the original version here.