Big Band Stars
John Vanderslice
We set out in tennis shoes,
ski jackets, and driving gloves
we crossed lonely fields of snow,
in early evening the sky heather glowed
in a frozen, dilunar marsh,
we stumbled on wbbr
A substation radio tower
broadcasting big band stars
we climbed past call letter badge
past the red pulsing lights, aerial lights
to the transmitter I barely attached,
as it thundercracked like a breaking mast.
I looked out over the town
how I wish I had a whale to hunt down
I looked out over the sea,
how I wish someone was waiting to bury me
Turn on your tractor beam
set your site for heavenly seams
I‘ve started to believe
on concrete we scattered our seeds