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Fly On A Windshield

(Banks, Collins, Gabriel, Hackett, Rutherford)

Archive 1967-75, 1998
The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway, 1974

The sky is overcast and as Rael looks back a dark
cloud is descending
like a balloon into Times Square. It rests on the
ground and shapes
itself into a hard edged flat surface, which solidifies
and extends
itself all the way East and West along 47th Street and
reaching up to
the dark sky. As the wall takes up its tension it
becomes a screen
showing what had existed in three dimensions, on the
other side just
a moment before. The image flickers and then cracks
like painted clay
and the wall silently moves forward, absorbing
everything in its path.
The unsuspecting New Yorkers are apparently blind to
what is going on.

There's something solid forming in the air,
And the wall of death is lowered in Times Square.
No-one seems to care,
They carry on as if nothing was there.

Rael starts to run away towards Columbus Circle. Each
time he dares to
take a look, the wall has moved another block. At the
moment when he
thinks he's maintaining his distance from the wall, the
wind blows hard
and cold slowing down his speed. The wind increases,
dries the wet street
and picks up the dust off the surface, throwing it into
Rael's face.
More and more dirt is blown up and it begins to settle
on Rael's skin
and clothes, making a solid layered coat that brings
him gradually to a
terrified stillness. A sitting duck.

The wind is blowing harder now,
Blowing dust into my eyes.
The dust settles on my skin,
Making a crust I cannot move in
And I'm hovering like a fly, waiting for the windshield
on the freeway.a

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