At Stealth Speed

At stealth speed I didn’t realise what you meant
When you said I should remember the mental image
Of the moment I heard about his accident.

In that seven seconds I could have opened hell
And all its deviations below, could have enchanted
Those dragons to burn you alive.

After those seven seconds an annoying thought
Made its way into my heart and started nagging
On my throbbing muscles.

What if you were right, mental doctor, what if
I did channel that melancholy, that fear, that
Oh so wonderful agony

And use it for mankind to bask in, for women folk
to understand the limits of failure and disappointment,
The moment a life collapses.

After yet another seven seconds I thought it didn’t matter
So I opened my lungs and inhaled that bitter sweet
Scent of electronic devices,

Thought about the archives in our brains and conjured
Up that moment when I dropped my mobile, let the
Voice on the other end fade away.

There was this earthly tune, touched by the force of
the unknown strength within myself when, at stealth speed,
I remembered the moment he let go.

June 14th, 2010