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
Sunday, October 16, 2022
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