Starling Wire

 What if the windshield of war and peacewere a glass eye: blue, green, brown,laser red,no matter,invisible flamboyant miragesbecoming more vividmicroscopicesqueacross the pagelessness, atop conflict ashnotsprawlingonun-airconditioned anti-social constructionsor retro-futuristically fitted, and refittedfor a carbon fiber marathon adventure runthrough vast crematoriums inside craniums, mortuaries, until starling wire swung down