Fair And Balanced One inch pixels plummet From towering buildings of terrible twisting melting metal. Millimetre minds sink through the sky and mash the ground. The black dot bodies rendered and rubbled. Silent Mysterious suspen-dead darts of dark. Captured on lens spark there journey is frozen. Filmed, photod, in flailing, flying, flattening. Sam-Witched between talk and text they Melt into sensational hysterical mayhem and controversy. Each One a Name. Neutered into nut-Shells. Bombed into Crush and Snare speeches, Statistics and nocare. Their sacred bodies As shields for shameful oil black massacres. They all left needlessly. All. From sky to sand. Their souls parted their twisted bodies. Immaculate vapour. Soundless innocents Leave, released from the land of the free. Kevin Carroll. Rory Roaring rhythmic ramblings rupture riding waves. The steel strings strum, vibrating our souls. Your essence and magnificence magnified. Carve your soundscapes, chip the axe-paint. Scale your heights and crash those chords. You hammer-on and pull-off your harmonic slides Momentarily muting our misery you mesmerise. You crash through time Burn through footage grain Analogue gain, crackle and hiss. The Celtic roar of the axe-wielding warrior Battling in Berlin, blowing away Belfast. The sweat trickles through your trancing hair. Steam rises from your silhouette Hands grab those hero’s hands. In humble gratitude you depart To burn out bright and fast. The needle scratches out turnstyle tears Never old, never lost to our ears. Resonating, responding despite the years. Kevin Carroll.
Such precise, almost mathematical language...spellbounding because of its robotic nature. Intriguing piece. Though the last stanza was not particularly favorite, the first definitely buzzed with images. For me this had an echo of something political...
