inside
the good ship lament
the
bent lent wings
rusted
hinges and all
are
sent back
to
the propulsion factories
to
fix the artificial gravity enhancers
and
lay carbon ash in the gardens
under
the biosphere glass
in
the small room
we’ve
grown to accept
is
where life has now become
just
a journey
for
producing oxygen
for
the crew and lucky few
like
me who managed to get on board
somewhere
Martin Landau
is
laughing on the Moon
hearing
our follies
in
the long elliptical capture frequencies
that
constitute news in interstellar space
spaceship
Earth has been blown up
with
the Republicans blaming women
and
skin color for driving social issue elections
and
Democrats blaming Ronald Reagan
all
with their last breaths taken
as
most of the last politicians took
inordinately
large payoffs to stay home
and
root sew normalcy
while
the shithouse mechanics of unchecked greed
bulged
at the seams of what we had called
modern
industrial society
it
began at the poles
where
extraction of elements
and
black gold fueled visions
of
farther and faster productivity
with
cheaper bottom lines
and
the easily sold hooks lines
and
sinkers that made for great variety TV
these
poles began to buckle inwards
and
the Earth bellowed out a cry
that
is said to still be heard
searching
for its own Mother
in
the cold recesses of the Universe
this
junket of homemade craft
that
made it off before the little big bang
hurtles through space with peeling paint
and
little hopes hand cupped and kept alive
at
the end
it
is said the Earth
looked
like an orange de-segmenting
I
chose not to look
as
I had always thought
this
day would come
and
I did not want to believe
my
chicken little philosophy
of
an innate self reflection
beyond the words
that
poets use was true
in
these rag tag floating cities
there
is enough sustainability
for
a handful of Adams and Eves
to
populate another home
should
we make it that far
though
I suspect any planet
worth
its weight in soul
will
put out the No Vacancy sign
as
soon as they see us coming
because
all we ever seem
to
want to do
when
on ships in space or on the seas
is
come ashore and plant flags
and
begin an unquenchable thirst
for
more of what we can’t make last
EJR
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