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October 07th 2008 print

Rod Moran

Security

Security

At the airport’s security gate,
Men with wands seek the signature
Of death’s modern infiltrations,
The feral pitch and shrapnel bleep,
A bird-trill that scarifies:
Those acoustic lacerations,
Rusty along their ferrous edges,
That signal Utopia’s promise.

Rod Moran