from
INNER SPACE GHOST MACHINE
(the afterlife of Eddy Daemon)
NATURAL
SYSTEMS
Forgotten
aces in the sky, desires you cannot name.
What have
we lost and why has Eddy Daemon found it?
The
gradual diffusion of his working methods,
and the
ideas which underpin them, have taken a while
to seep
into culture, but now we all have wet feet
and a
damp pair of shoes drying in the corner,
torn
bloody clothes hidden under the floorboards,
and a
working knowledge of the realm from which
our
victim's disembodied voice speaks, falling prey
to a
common beginner's mistake of rushing to reach
the
accusatory part of the speech. We took full advantage,
went
happily mad, went on holiday for several years,
hoping to
never come back. But now we've returned,
and when
we got home it was as if we'd never been away
and it
dawned on us that oblivion and loss
are not
the same thing. This was all our Eddy's fault,
and now
we are ready to give evidence, he is gone
without a
trace. No notice given, no forwarding address,
no
distant relatives, no unconventional activities
or
farewell celebration. He could have been your best friend
or at
least a neighbour to say hello and goodbye to.
As it is
the beat of the earth goes on. We inhabit
our own
country and wish we could vote to leave.
There
seems to have been some misunderstanding,
I know
nothing about bombs and rubble and burning flesh.
Natural
systems often seem to defy physical forces,
doing
what we are told not to seems to make us free.
And when
she danced for me it was hard to stop.
© Rupert M Loydell 2016
Drawing of Eddy Daemon © A.C. Evans
Other poems from Inner Space Ghost Machine can be read at
http://x-peri.blogspot.co.uk/2016/08/rupert-m-loydell-from-inner-space-ghost.html
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