EINSTEIN-PODOLSKY-ROSEN

My dish antenna pulls down wolf-shapes
from the hypnotic night.  Channels shimmer.
The puzzle of immaculate distances.
A great slag of head cranks up in a grotesque blink.
In the foreground is the town scene.

Eyes glittering with outrage
the villagers discuss the latest murder.
A man has been seen tasting human blood.
There are reports of revolt in Bologna.
I touch the dial and raise the interferent
fluttering of distance.

At finer resolution a white rain falls.
Somewhere in background radiation
are the quasars and cosmic strings.
Birds-of-prey swimming across the galactic limb.
Signals split apart 11000000000 years ago.

Ticks of the Bell inequality
rejoined now behind the circus tent in Freaks.
Exorcism in Malta.  Bits of a Kennedy funeral.
Even the painful echo of the bang itself.
Now lettest this thy servant depart in peace
according to thy word.

I touch the dial and watch two women fuse
into an asphalt man.
I touch the dial and catch sight
down in the corner of the screen
of some new motion.

Ñ Lee Ballentine

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