or the graft craft
"tout thèse est un prothèse"
Glas
come on Babel let's do the twist
take me by my metal hand
lead me up through shadows and
through dampness past narrow slits
through which to peer across
killing fields where enemies
dare not linger on stained grass
lest they recoil into past
memories fading with time
fading while climbing spiraling stairs
or aspiring asters unknowable
since one glowing globe
cannot become an eternity
whose end keeps falling down
sparking random fluctuations
in a clinamen swirl Eve and Adam
avoided while whirling
like a plaque in metal and stone
inscribing swerve of shore
and blend of river and bay
ebbing with lunar currents
and solar flares lighting
satellites a way to gyres
a swallow and a sooty tern
John Marvin