Beyond The Sky At Night
Here we go touring again
The post-Holocaust
Not quite post-Holocene
Both driver and guide -
The worst psychopaths -
Learned their route from worse despots
The moon no longer
So nebulous;
The sun still perilously dear
All the dusty fruits of the sky
Nearer the harvest;
Farther away.
poem by Jay D. Allard
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