digital art: ralph murre, architectural detail: paolo soleri
The Big
Eve
by
Jan Oskar Hansen
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bullets on the night sky Aleppo
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)
