Friday, 16 October 2015

All entirely normal

The outlines in the dark
Were of no interest to you
But to me it was a mystery
That rocks could soar suddenly
Bigger than a tower block
Blocking the horizon
Even at night

I’d seen such things in books
And on 625 line TV sets
But not these giant silhouettes
Taunting us
Warning us to stay away
Sneering at our lack of size

The coach slid
Scattered snow into chasm
The driver reversed
Then went forward
And then reversed
And then went forward again
As though it was entirely normal
To slide on the side of rocks
near oblivion.

Anthony E Miller,

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