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.