SPARROW’S FALL
we were sitting
in the back of the plane.
safest place if
you wish to think
about providence,
tempt fate
and Providence the city
we to be shortly
disembarking in
you with
your nose for gnosis
me with the chemical
acumen of
forked, flicking tongue
banqueting
upon the very air
but perhaps
due to time
shift of quite
radical nature
when we touched down
a delegation of machines
appeared
assembled to
converse
with us
embraced us as
long lost souls did
conduct us through
their world
baffled us with
the intensity of
their bombardment
with technical information
scientific explanations
walking, talking us through
every nut
and bolt in
terms of
form and function
how it
all did work like a dream
yes, every
quantum interface
they guided us through it
we saw, heard. felt
how seamlessly every facet
did dovetail
deep together
reminding me of
the meaning, true
poetic meaning
of the Prince’s
immortal, much celebrated,
marvelously resonant phrase
poems 2 die for 