Machine as Ghost

Robert Hamilton

Each fallen god looms larger just as
the windmill blade on a flatbed seems

taller than the windmill and the bough
the gale cracked off, wet and black on the

ground, is tree enough and more and
the Ding an Sich is not for you; you get

only one of its narrow dendrites, filament-thin,
reaching high, hungry for signal.


Robert Hamilton has published recently in Prelude, Kaaterskill Basin Literary Journal and Axolotl, among others. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, he now writes and teaches in East Texas.

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