Brian EnoThe Belldog

Most of the day, we were at the machinery In the dark sheds that the seasons ignored I held the levers that guided the signals to the radio But the words I received, random code, broken fragments from before Out in the trees, my reason deserting me Oh, the dark stars cluster over the bay Then in a certain moment, I lose control And at last, I am part of the machinery Where are you? And the light disappears As the world makes its circle through the sky © 2015