(Photo Title: After the Bang)
AFTER THE BANG
Whose foolish insanity this finite wall of reason?
What folly brings this treason of the seasons?
Have we lost the slow hand,
the long moment,
the round rhythm of being
that’s found between the space of every mine and yours?
After the bang
Who will sing the forgotten song,
when the last note from cracked black lips
falls like glass and shatters into dust?
(COPYRIGHT ©2015 Bill Davies)