June 12

Some fool, someday soon, will be struck
by the bright idea to place our waste
on some cosmic truck and blast it

all out into space. Imagine, all plastics
and styrofoams, all batteries, phonograph
record shards floating off into space 

until some smarter species comes along
deft of spirit and creativity, to reinvent
each of our disasters and catastrophes

and is struck by how much endless matter
is floating out there, unexplained, disowned,
snapped, black and broke, but free. 

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