WEDNESDAY: Glow

BY MEGHAN FERRARI

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A golden glow ascends,
and slips
into a slouched sky.

While an elongated ear
listens…
for the crinkle,
the crackle,

The brilliance of books burning.

A dignified demise
in decomposition;
A return to roots
redolent
with resurgence.

But it’s the future!
And you’ve escaped
Bradbury’s blaze.

Now pads,
popped like pills,
into grinders
that gurgle
and pulverize
plastic.

Terminators of reason,
whose tongues toll
singular thought.

But the memory hole
is closing…
Milton and Marx,
mere murmurs.

Dissent is the digital age!

Subvert the public sphere,
and conceal the Phoenix.
In keys and in clouds…

Puff.

4 comments

  1. Jaya

    Meghan! So random yr pic popped up when I googled a totally unrelated name (“Debra Noble Toronto”). So weird! Email me, stranger! What an exciting poem! I never knew you were writing.

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