The Fog

The Fog

A Poem by I.R.
"

Obviously Kate Bush

"
I asked myself what this white
And black frequency was between
Us, like the invisible words and images
In constant exodus between antennas 

And towers. Falling across, crumbling
Like cliffs against a cold ocean,
Thoughts succumbed to the chemical
Arrows that flew through that fog

Between our bodies like a shroud
Separating worshipers from altars:
Our names, the sound of our voice,
The smell of our breath the first time.

© 2011 I.R.


Author's Note

I.R.
first draft

image from http://www.flickr.com/photos/12732693@N03/

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