Ground Zero

The clocktower swings round-endlessly
As a hammersmith's dark arm
Pounding meaning into exquisite
Leaf, so thin that not a single atom
Can move freely between the several
Layers of concrete floors and
Abstract ceilings. A grand victim of poetic
Fission.
syllables split
race tangential lines
form maddening clouds
eclipse intellect
seventy years of winter
before they are collected in ciger boxes
by offical looking men with credentials
and nailed to
Babel's front door like
the winning lotto ticket from the
last
revolution