The Moment

The black steel. The blistered paint. The brownish dust. The rust. The humming. The wires mixed up like wet spider web. The yellow tape around. The hot, orange sun.The lonely birds. The gentle breeze. The young man approaching carefully. The heavy boots. The small, grey rocks. The shrieking of the gods. The fear. The young man leaning forward. The eyes and the sweat. The trembling fingers. The heavy suit. The memories of the high-minded knights. The helmet. The pliers. The uncertainty. The seconds. The hesitation. The vacillation. The flash of the Gordian knot. The silence. The bomb disposal robot. The mechanical sound. The extending of the metallic arm. The heavy body. The lifting. The seconds. The beads of sweat dripping from the forehead. The jamming. The silence. The static in the radio. The orders. The memories of home and the baby crib. The pliers. The decision. The short prayer. The stillness. The moment. The cut. The blast. The silence. The silence. The silence.