The Frequency of God

At a trash ‘n’ treasure market,

in an average town,

an old radio

encased in bakelite.

 

Plugged in &

waiting for the valves to warm

I took to the dial with a frothing sense of urgency,

twisting past horse races & rock & roll,

past right wing commentary,

           searching for the frequency of God,

long lost in digital audio,

           sure to be found

in the silver soldered

magic of a romanticised time.

 

           & there

at the end

of the amplitude modulated band,

.                        megahertz away from any generic noise,

.            a perfect silence.

 


Published in Windmills, Fifth Edition, November 2010

Published in Best Australian Poems 2011

Published in Notes for Translators 2012, December 2012

Published on robbiecoburn.com

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