The Whirlwind Descends

The Whirlwind Descends, part 1 :: 24/10/12, 9:27:23 PMSometimes I close my eyes and I see a film unfolding. Here’s one, inspired by the sound of an endless throb overhead: I seem to live beneath the flight path of helicopters. Sometimes they crisscross the sky in the middle of the night and drag me to wakefulness, other times they infuriate while I watch an actual film, and am forced to pause until they pass out of hearing. Time to make use of their annoyance … I wrote this straight out in one draft in twenty minutes using the iPhone app Type-Writer, and I rather like it.

The Whirlwind Descends, part 2 :: 24/10/12, 9:35:09 PMThe Whirlwind Descends, part 3 :: 24/10/12, 9:40:45 PMThe Whirlwind Descends, part 4 :: 24/10/12, 9:47:26 PM

overhead
in the yellow uneasy sky
a helicopter chops
an omnipresent threat
hangs in the air
waiting
for movement
the throb the infinite
heartbeat does not stop

we stand
beneath its immensity
the dry heat
sucks all hope
like moisture from our mouths
our hearts drown
beneath the weight of sound
we cannot feel our pulses beat

fear has no name
sight has no hope
smell has a whirlwind
stirred up, like ashes
taste in our mouths
touch feels your fingers grip
hearing turned to stone

waiting has no end
redemption choked off
the whirlwind descends
the heartbeat engulfs
the wrench
what is done
cannot be undone
at the end.