Bill Knott

(1940 - 2014 / Carson City, Michigan)

To Ripley (Alien 1-4) - Poem by Bill Knott

Always your face like a space
(Destination: beautiful) ship
Empties its mote of closeup trace
Down screens that blink blank blip

Somewhere between countdown
And coma time is a line
Where waking centuries often
Drained against that measure we find

Our blood redshifts (direction: west)
Until film can clone one sun
With stars both whole and gone

Attending every sequel
We pray for an intent equal
To our interest


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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