The old Hallicrafters Building
Upon seeing pictures of the old Hallicrafters Building, as it is now...
The siren's song is but silent now...
the sweet perfume we love so well - the burning of the dirt
atop glowing cylinders of crystal glass
Heady perfumes of wax, paper, bakelite, and other mystic scents
they hold us, surely as our Mothers hugged us
'grasped us to her bosom - filled our nights with far off voices
strangers met, through ether's vices
Perhaps there repose, beneath the sodden floors
left o'er pieces, cut from the arms of Beauty's Black heart
The silence is no more a remembrance, of "h's" given
than shouting would have been, of angels past
The quiet is deafening - it should not be thus
would that sweeter music fill those hallowed halls
of far-off static's quiet voice -
It is our task; our solemn duty, if it were
await the filaments' comforting glow
The warm and tender caress of B+ arms
a'wrapped about the hidden plates
to take us home... to yesterday
of course it's well within the past
that's okay, you know
I know the way
Tom D. - WØEAJ
March 18, 2008