Wednesday, October 20, 2010
RADIO SILENCE
The wind spins like a derelict surgeon seeking a scalpel point.
The satellites sputter, a sudden
blind-eyed chorus with one push of a button,
and all that’s illuminated is now dark.
All the cell phones just lost their charges, all the servers down, all the wire relays garroted
by larger wire relays
and so on and so on.
All for this moment of silence, so I could hear you…
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3 comments:
Nice! ...and I've seen worse captions
Go F yerself, anonymous!
um, i mean, buddy...
Hey, at least we are getting comments. The silence is loud in here.
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