Three Poems of War and Hopelessness

metropolis

the streets were filled with sorrow

when a young child, aged seven,

lost his beloved toy

at one of the intersections

of tall skyscrapers and

blazing neon lights

only to finally realize

that the skyscrapers were

really mischievous giants

stealing little firetruck toys

.

when evening fell

when evening fell on MSS Lusca:

.

a thousand arms

reached from the ocean

destroying the hull, the mast

into small planks of wood and cloth

.

(on the radar: a massive beeping dot)

.

from the horizon

a rain of metal and fire

.

the arms subsided

the captain rejoiced

.

when the sea split apart

and St. Augustine emerged

fully naked and fire raging

.

did we mine the last hydrogen?

when we exhausted all possibilities

we hauled the sun from the heavens

(what is it that you call those things again?

ah, yes, the Leviathan, wonderful how it sounds

than Large-Scale Extraction Satellites)

and created machines of wonder

.

ask yourself:

did your lovely iRobot protect you

when the big ball of fire

exploded into endless space?


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