“Traffic in Magnificat…”

Traffic in Magnificat
lest the war fog
cloud sense and layer it
like contrails conducted
by droning birds
of antique metal
and new design

Efficiency ‘s spark
riddles deep holes into angels
rends belief
into plastique

vision seeks horizon
horizon into orison
orison one letter away
from prison
there is choice
no matter how thin it seems
(no matter!)

Jon Curley (© 2014)