Somewhere on the edge of town,
sirens woo-who, woo-who, woo-who,
inspiring dread even at this distance,
as I come back from walking Dewey
carrying a little plastic bag of dog shit,
the night sky hole-punched with stars
that I can’t identify but also satellites
in synchronous orbit, 140 by last count
and all peering at us through the dark,
like remnants of the gods of old who,
in a pinch, would eat their own offspring
Howie Good's latest books are A Ghost Sings, a Door Opens from Another New Calligraphy and Robots vs. Kung Fu from Angel House Press.
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