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, those ants, they rush galvanic

after genies to establish monetary ventures,

yoked to their great savior Eagle,

feathers glistering with plundered silver

and sparkles of long-stolen land.

 

surely it will never be dark again,

in the bright multitudinous city,

and yet daylight comes once more 

to testify anew, and somewhere up there

in the smog, the moon swings with the peace 

of an inevitable, silent guillotine,

reaping laments of prayerful tears. 

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8/1/25 ... eds

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 ... "