In the static, someone speaks in code-
Old messages languish without feeling-
The imprint of words empty, floating in a tide-
Time progressed, and no one was receiving.
The meaning, a pulsing shadow of
Words that kept repeating-
Achtung, listen:
If I were dying who would know-
Far off into nowhere, into breathless and
Expansive space
Words repeating;
Achtung, listen while I speak-
Not to you.
The language is devised, disassembled before
Being learned and disowned-
Long after the speaker is gone, no one can decode
A sound heard over the radio
Dial, in the static, to someone not seen
Not heard, not known.
(Achtung, mayday)
Notes ping in an echo,
The sound of a ghost.