A smoke cube rose.
It refused the wind and floated straight up.

At a hundred meters
it suspended its movement.

I swear it sang an embroidered song
like a medieval summoning.

Other smoke cubes rose
and assembled above the desert.

In time, a horizontal monolith
presented itself without edifice.

It remained in place west of Albuquerque.
Many people drove out to view it.

Rumors started it was from outer space.
Conspiracies sprouted like wild flowers after desert rain.

Everyone present felt a magnetic pull
upon their tongues

that drew iron silences aside
to extract confessions.

copyright © 2021 Kenneth P. Gurney

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