Thursday, March 6, 2014

The Big Eve

digital art: ralph murre, architectural detail: paolo soleri

The Big Eve
by Jan Oskar Hansen

Tracer bullets on the night sky Aleppo seen
from a hotel veranda, I hear screams, but
it is the raucous laughter of too much wine
Noon in Sydney and New Year festive
rocket in the sky or perhaps I´m seeing
a war that has not yet been declared or
perhaps I have seen the future the holocaust
of mankind, the last hurrah and the blow
of a whistle calling full time... Whatever it was
I saw spectacular colours like rubbing one's
eyes when tired and seeing mystical rainbows
belonging to an unknown existence.

 ~ previously published in A Poet´s Almanac  (cyberwit)