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 hour

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 aglister with plundered silver

and sparkles of long-stolen land.

 

surely it will never be dark again,

in the bright multitudinous city,

with the artificial unhappy face,

and yet rush hour comes once more 

to testify anew, and somewhere up there

in the smog, the moon swings peaceful 

as an inevitable, silent guillotine,

to reap the laments of unwept tears. 

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9/9/25 useless

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 ... "