ZEITGEIST

ZEITGEIST

steam
going nuclear

hissing through
the pipes

after the roof blew off
mutation and Nature
began to conspire

my brain,
much troubled,
was shuffling through scenes
as if a pack of cards

as if the ghost of a film
Tarkowsky envisaged
but never completed

I looked at my skin
wondered if it could
become and then
saw it suddenly
            do duty as
a screen

I felt like I had become
digital, become metal

without Tesla lightning
without leaves bursting
through my fingers

as some pagan
god or other
felt my mythological truth
was that I should
become a tree