the night of unbelonging
before the fire
the crescent moon
fell into the ocean
to the windy howls of night --
a hopeless lantern
wandering
longitudinally bound,
waned with portentous gravity --
piercing bells tormented
our hapless faces
to homeless unbelonging --
a slow movement
of reaching sea
while black smoke billowed,
blotting out the sky
where once we dreamt --
-- unbelonging is not a really an accepted word but reflects the longing lostness of the scene where hapless faces watch their built up lives disappear into black smoke in the sky -- this happened here just a month ago as a recalled Ford vehicle spontaneously combusted in the underground car park -- I was trying to capture the lunar and windy wails as portentous 'warning' imagery -- which is how it happened as I was awakened in the night to the howling of the wind and could see the crescent Moon setting into the Sea -- somehow that wake up call was chilling -- then the alarms rang out and smoke filled the sky --
