James Lindsay
(after Kay Sage)
1.
Cloaked prong’s missile prediction
Obtuse in absence and also access
Two-pronged with gowning drapery
Puddling in bunches on a causeway
Built by our ex-princess and analyst
Populating the barens with structures
Three of them at attention curvilinear
Three failed poems heatedly crumpled
Cast aside because no one needs you
When we have a receding livid horizon
Suggesting stillness in svelte shadows
Inching towards the throwaway poems
Assemblies whose antennas try to talk
To other antennas scattered on a track
Meandering its way about like a noose
Too loose to choke life out of anything
2.
Cloaked like a gawky cage for a macaw
We need to just be quiet and go to sleep
Dreaming bird dreams of two knife sizes
Concealed in linen serviettes we used to
Wipe the blades clean of our fingerprints
Over the cracked flats splintering into ice
Clinking cheers under a launch pad bridge
Abandoned under late afternoon’s perfect
Patient light that is fine to wait a bit longer
Because it has already been waiting a long
While as everyone evaporated in a cloudless
Countdown broadcast across all path spires
An ignition sequence of a young god’s empire
Receding with the ramp or dock and the flats
We all eagerly walk away from before a grand
Unveiling to the invisible suns here to burn us
