Publication 770
By Arcadian on
Monday, June 6, 2005
at
12:30
Location:
Australia
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Friday, July 30, 2004
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Falconry
An energised synapse flashed
across the radar screen.
The silver bird soared
hugged the rocky crag
then
smashed into smithereens
a litter of jagged
twisted metal
and idly
reflected the alien
jigsaw sun.
Wounded, as if a bolt
from a cross-bow pierced
the soft feathered flesh.
Slow laboured breaths
with faint beats
pumped
bloody propellant
into the earth
This rare bird would not return
and settle on a leathered glove.
Simple folks stared
at the disarray
on their hillside:
the odds and ends
of a rare alloy;
the unsual wing span
with sleek lines,
then went home
with blank faces
and knitted brows.
Some folks remained
and pried:
sifting, poking
through the wreckage;
would study, experiment
until the day
another synapse
would flash across the cerebrum
and the pieces to the jigsaw
fall in place:
a break through
in new terra firma
stealth-falconry.
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