On the Line Man – Wowan & Black – Pavol Janik

You escape from melike gas.

With astonishment I watch

how with a single scrawl of your legs

you ignite your silk dress.
With such blinding nakedness you pre-empt sky-blue flame.
Blazingly ablaze and perhaps wholly otherwise

I address a fire

which you will no longer damp down.
That time I wanted to declare at least what was essential

to all chance passers-by,

to all chance passing aircraft.
So under such circumstances who wouldn’t have spoilt it?