Poem: Fermi Paradox

 

Fermi Paradox

 

the moon, a half-god omen,

bitter in the pre-dawn dark,

inflicted by ventricles of latticed upheaval,

ganglions of rush hour,

urban industrial muscles--

 

such an artificial, bright multitudinous unhappy face.

 

and the people, the ants, that galvanic whirlwind of plankton,

chase genies to establish beehives of ventures,

riding the oppression of their great savior eagle,

feathers of glistering stolen silver and swords.

 

there could be no darkness ever again.

and yet, once more, the night arrives,

testifying in the smog and ruck of rain.

and the moon, still there,

swings with the greed of a sickled guillotine,

to reap the lament of prayerful tears. 

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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 ... "