Inspired by Filmworks, Brian Purcell’s book of poems about movies, here’s a little verse responding to Kathryn Bigelow’s recent movie, which was written brilliantly by Noah Oppenheim:
November verse 8: A House of Dynamite
Someone's screen reveals a missile
armed and launched from who knows where.
The world could end in eighteen minutes.
Can we stop it in the air,
find the lever, aim and pull it,
hit that bullet with a bullet?
Missed! The dot moves on the screen
towards Chicago. Better phone
your loved ones with a dire warning.
Only question now, too late,
is, how should we retaliate?
Idris Elba holds, that morning,
codings that could kill us all.
One day that could be Donald's call.
Sorry!
I have written this blog post on the land of Gadigal and Wangal of the Eora nation. I acknowledge Elders past and present of all those clans, and welcome any First Nations readers.
Me fail? I fly! 