A TV
billionaire becomes president.
He wants to
make America great
again.
He wants to
build walls and cast out
eleven million
souls into the darkness.
NASA once
planted a flag on the moon
(some say in
violation of the Outer Space Treaty of 1967)
and he wants to
take both the moon and the flag back.
Even as ICBMs
blanket the earth,
he promises to
build more warheads, stealth bombers,
drones, fighter
jets and destroyers.
I long for news
but when it comes, I’m disappointed.
I look for
signs of life and try to decode
the signals in
the sky. My mind balloons out
but everything
seems so far away.
My telescope
cannot see into the past
or predict the
future.
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