Security fetish & I felt very small among such birds
by Ron Czerwien
[ poetry - june 08 ]
Security fetish
Insomniac rain and my
hands up and down
the length of your
leaving, the order
of the black moon
gonging all around.
Is it blood weather
or the white, cottony
chasm of other days
you vanish into?
Checking and rechecking,
not much else to do.
I felt very small among such birds
The prophecies arrived
with promising masks and
change to spare.
Alarm clocks spitting fire
hiked across the last minute.
Hundreds of people
stumbled out of
headquarters
cracked egg
blinking.
