Thursday, July 30, 2015

PENDULUM        [Stefanie Bennett]
 
 
... Like a Mapuche National
I dream of sunken ships,
Shadows that walk
The Milky Way
And the empty nests
Of telegraph poles.
 
The grass grows
‘Second sight’
High
While
 
The date tree
Blends
Its form
Of exorcism –,
 
Waiting. Waiting on
The bright
Onyx and gold
UFO to arrive.