Waveforms Upon Nothing (poem)

Slaves cross over the Rappahannock to freedom
mists in the blue sky over green
fading with cooler morn
the war moved on to Petersburg
there are no cliffs in cities
simply abrupt social edges
discontinuities of media incorrectness
continents ending while waves surge
ever rolling away like connestoga wagons into time

Ambrose Bierce following on to Vicksburg
the civilization of war excavating continents
the dead littering forests
stomachs dry in low hanging branches
armistice again takes refuge from reason
that reason that led to millions ending
personal experience and private interests
when public force was an insensible herd
balancing bullets of opposition
for whom the lone tree was a lovely treason told

An existential light in the darkness
shines brighter than atomic midnight
recycling ideas in concentrate form
whileover ten thousand delicate cuts
poison an environment with righter right
the journey to the breaking ice
models stone falling from the world
one that resembled a more poignant collection
elusively gone beyond a round horizon
a desert storm casting brown dust aloft
stirring motions of shadows in wind
written words of waveforms upon nothing.