A Wake for Tesla

by Mat Joiner


Juggler of sparks, wireless-dreamer,
the little lightnings that crawled your nerves
sing out into the world forever.
Every pylon makes a monument.
Your dovecote heart still resounds
with grey wings drumming.

Another future slid away with you:
a vacuum stitched with voices falls dumb,
no telegrams arrive from Mars.
Dreadnoughts fought bloodless wars
only in your mind; but, like flowers,
we press your dreams inside pulp magazines.

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Mathew Joiner lives near Birmingham, England. His fiction and poetry have appeared in Never Again, Not One Of Us, Goblin Fruit, and Strange Horizons.

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