I’ve got a poem up at Bywords. It’s about being a role model, for better or worse, and I hope I learn something from it.
If there is a technospheric layer stuffed under the Earth’s crust
G-d let there be a techno-drone rippling out from Earth
Delight in an alien on their solar sail yacht
hearing your mum say she loves you bug.
Here I am in all black with blue eyes and a fluorescent grin
And there’s Pete in all black, blue eyes a bright, wide grin.
And Owen—Owen is here, smart in black, blue eyes and grin.
She enters! We cannot help but face her and the place goes dark
except for our Cheshire Cat impressions. What—Justin? When did—
does he even know he’s grinning? What about those eyes—
Parse the weather (no walls, no canals)
what’s seen’s our bioluminesence.
Not our paths but the roadside fixtures
(though not the fixtures themselves).
Closer: no infrastructure. Networkers’ detrius.
The archeologist suggests: Leave everything,
thinking of their students’ students.
Gyres of threats and some apology.
We feared we’d freeze, and then we’d burn.
What we does rhymes with learn, but only only.
When I was young
we were running out of gum.
Today’s poem was prompted with a simple request: write about manmade creation seen from space. After protesting even the Great Wall’s visibility’s a myth, my partner pointed out the lights. Bless her. Also thanks to Ben Ladouceur for the bit about archeology.
Image source: NASA.
you woke in the dark with the whole poem wrote
use your phone to notify your folk you found gold
THESE WORDS IMMORTALIZE OUR LOST IDOL
your folk alert theirs & soon everyone is awoke
audiences moss the planet—it glows!
all publishers abjure ownership & on every shelf
YOUR WORDS IMMORTALIZE OUR LOST IDOL
unto ouroboros, publisher & audience blur
Earth hums by mourning unto unity’s verge
near summoning Messiah’s arrival
OUR WORDS IMMORTALIZE THE LOST IDOL
& you are selfless, the viral ode’s origin
multitudinous, from all us, all at once
& as Earth’s turn exhausts,
our hearts slow & we dream
we dream no one