Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Replaying,

as helicopters shake the house a dozen times a day, & passenger planes with unfamiliar liveries fly off in directions where there is / no airport for 2000+ kilometres.....
In Conspiracy City

I barely blink when the
fighter-jets come
screaming down
the valley

or when I see
a line of
Black Hawk helicopters
precisely perforating
the sky

but the midnight
entrances & exits
of transport planes

the small
signs
on the
highway

telegraph posts
pointing
the brown convoy
in this direction
the blue
in that

make
me wonder
when the pre-
emptive strike
is coming.

& this
is only a
whisper
of what it’s
like to live
in fear.

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