Traffic

A double acrostic

Chaos
Flying by night one sees the grim faces in the naked light of grief
Moribund vehicles zig zagging with no thought of harm
Green and blue in the distance beckon the travelers away for long
Hasty and fiery, they return in a rush
Crowding the space that one thought was infinite in its arc
Lights appear to guide the crafts in arrangements so floral
Even in landing on the home planet the wait is indefinite
Smooth though the landing, the world is still in chaos