Big Calm

Seldom did the big calm
appear in our city

Among museums
of world war history
was the peculiar presence
of peace

A machine rendered free
of its original purpose
stands
in the middle of a national park
as if in a lull by a spell
Stillness finally achieved by displacement

The war machines are most fun
You can hide inside of them

Without ammunition
No
without intent
it was
feral giants
Made into feasible jungle gyms

Not far off
from an enduring tank
is a brutalist Soviet half-wall
in a stand off
with a medieval canon tower

Somewhere in a clearing
is a triangular mechanism
with an unknown purpose
Surely just for channeling alien gods
light years away

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s