Starling Wire

by David S. Pointer

by David S. Pointer

 

What if the windshield of war and peace

were a glass eye: blue, green, brown,

laser red,

no matter,

invisible flamboyant mirages

becoming more vivid

microscopicesque

across the pagelessness, atop conflict ash

not

sprawling

on

un-airconditioned anti-social constructions

or retro-futuristically fitted, and refitted

for a carbon fiber marathon adventure run

through vast crematoriums inside craniums,

 

mortuaries, until starling wire swung down

 

 


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