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
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
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


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