Stop! Freeze! Frame it, capture it on film – film stinking of long conveyor belts, skyscrapers, movie screens, abandoned mines.
For one thirsty moment it will live longer. Soon it will grow dark – a huge unattainable skeleton covered with sand, rinsed with rain, will rise – a mixture of salt and freshwater. Firs will kneel a moment, the night's demigods bend over it. Its heart will learn forms and grow ripe – concerned with the solstice over its own dying head. And still it will attempt to keep watch.
ALL THAT OUT OF LONGING JOURNEY ALONG THE EDGE OF THE SAND
film stinking of long conveyor belts,
skyscrapers, movie screens, abandoned mines.
For one thirsty moment
it will live longer.
Soon it will grow dark – a huge unattainable
skeleton covered with sand, rinsed with rain,
will rise –
a mixture of salt and freshwater.
Firs will kneel a moment,
the night's demigods
bend over it.
Its heart will learn forms
and grow ripe –
concerned with the solstice
over its own dying head.
And still it will attempt
to keep watch.
ALL THAT OUT OF LONGING
JOURNEY ALONG THE EDGE OF THE SAND
~Sigitas Parulskis