Poem By Kelly Vinal
What is, what was, the assembling
Of the fractured parts - aggrandized historic
Porcelain - significant now,
Had no meaning at the time.
There are no simple theses to explain away
The waves of relativity - the significance of whispers
That slip across frozen chasms of tense prepositions -
A watched pot, a stopped watch, a coincidence, perhaps -
Wringing substance from the nothingness
Of adoration vanquished - vacant as the eyes of evil
At the point of mercy.
What is, what was, the resumption
Of disengagement, the disenfranchised,
The disavowed, the coldness of stone,
The fortresses, the middle ages, penetrating
Still and now, full Technicolor, wow -
A Nielson prime time boon,
Was nothing then at all.