Poem: Fermi Paradox

 

Fermi Paradox

 

the moon, a half-gone omen,

bitter in the pre-dawn dark. a ghost 

above the city's latticed ventricles,

ganglions of rush hours

and urban industrial muscles,

such an artificial, bright, 

multitudinous unhappy face.

 

and the people, the ants, rush galvanic

after genies to establish monetary ventures,

yoked to their great savior Eagle,

its feathers glistering with plundered silver

and stolen sparkles of land.

 

so bright!

surely it will never be dark again,

the city,

and yet daylight comes once more 

to testify in smog anew,

and the moon, up there somewhere,

swings with the peace of a guillotine,

reaping laments of prayerful tears. 

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9/3/24 eds

6/30/24

May 5 [changed poem to present tense from past tense.  "chase" replaces "chased," "arrives" replaces "arrived" ..etc.]

May 5 "glistering" replaces "glistening"

May 6:  "bitter in the pre-dawn dark" replaces "hangs bitter ... "