Sunday, October 16, 2022

Transmission

Transmission

My mechanism receives
vibes like Morse code signals.
To the rhythm of these messages
Juliette taps her tambourine.

Her eyes
are closed now.
She chants a tune
like a radio to my soul.

Hieroglyphics and haiku
carry the unhappy news.
My mobile gizmo
is a haunted mechanism.

I'm posting this Instagram
like a message in a bottle.
Hearing her melody
in chains of this wild war.

-Will Dockery
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