It's all helicopters and
electric guitars;
alarms
and alerts-
this
is more real now
than
t ever was
flashback
With
all the gears shifting and grinding
motors
spew grease like spit
fire
spreads like mad thoughts aloud.
It's
all safe and sound and sun-shine
and
it's not
lemonade
stands and phone booths
nor
Captain America or capes-
Now
some-where-else-one-mixed-up
present-past-back-again-remember…
Legends
say
Silent
nights
and
nowhere fast and new,
howls
deep and long and
carry
on,
the
rest
I
cannot remember,
we’ve
lost our hero.
Image credit: By Marshall, S. L. A. (Samuel Lyman Atwood), 1900-1977 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
