Four Views from a Camouflaged Shack
Four Views from a Camouflaged Shack
(in no particular order)
by James Bradley
I.
He hands over his dark Obsession to its dark Object—
Swan-girls high on wings cry, tangled white yarn binds their hair
Orange sapphire & lava rock weighed traverse
Dawn’s golden body from elbow to elbow
Sun awash, disappearing, disappeared like
Anomalies purged by the programmer
Gone are the days of free-roaming viruses
Proud mutants’ majesty upon
[call this the southerly view]