Hearing the Hindenburg Arc
Derek Henderson

Here & there the area of the field could relate to the areas of a room in a home, it inherited a human & round-round-roundabout turn up & then down into the wave-shaped circle, where the intimate radio would there hang it up but for the lack of an effective handle & it was a game that was inherently with him & he had a living hand in that it was permanent in that the end of a planet's heat & moving & winging across the land & this would handle the planet at least halfway to 2007 his hand would assume that this or in the end the attempt at all time would suppose the microphone audience to all the rooms of America & the intent as lucid as the sense of what he says had to move from his mouth to his hand & from it to

The moment of the end out on the field as wave a length that might be felt beneath the skin or below the surface of the earth as though the antics & notes of flight supposed him to be about something other than this Herb Morrison, sick to death of language at the point of 7:30 p.m. & the enormous intent of flight to take the terminals of earth to a not to say fuckedup point from then on to this time suppose that he'd been left to the weather suppose that for hundreds of feet up, hundreds of points of fact went to sit on the prow of flight & are in that reunited from there to this point

Thanks to the electronic musician Dykehouse for the title and rhythm of this poem. The rhythm of this poem was taken from Herb Morrison's 1937 recording of the Hindenburg disaster, available as an mp3 at www.damninteresting.com.