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You may recognise some phrases in this poem that are shared with “We have Changed War”. I suppose it’s taking the ominous irony of that poem a bit further to imagine (or how far is it real?) a power that pretends to the reach and rectitude of God. Is that power external, or do we participate in it? Is it the limitless power of Man (humankind) and should Man’s power be unlimited?
Some phrases are borrowed from religious, especially biblical, sources – for example, “there will be no more sea”.
THE MASTER OF THE ATMOSPHERE
I am the master of the atmosphere
Here in a glass case
Is the stuffed falcon that rivalled me.
I plan the growing of the trees.
I can tell you what you will want to buy
I can enslave the free and tell them why they’re happy
I am the ever-watching beacon.
When I have tidied up the awkward interface
Between the land and sea, an inconvenient place
There will be no more sea but what I make to flow
Truth is what I make it. I make history.
If out beyond the reaches of the last gaseous particles
Another law, another pattern rules, another right
We’ll soon change that. This is the longest day
But after day comes night.
Copyright Simon Banks 2013