Kirk Wilson

Deus ex Machina

The light a proud horse
prances and flies

In Los Angeles
the sidewalks buckle
where the deus
ex machina has come

The children pass
as they are always passing
The light a sudden music
chimes along their skin

The aircraft speak
in the voices of dragons

The avenues end in the sea

The light a stone waits
as all stones wait
for the transubstantiation
for the word