Poetry Journal – April 10, 2024
The moon is made of green cheese.
Or is it mustard gas?
And, of course, the eclipse witness a day or so ago
Was caused by climate change,
Even if those still selling those notions
Have not way to prove them
Proof is not in the pudding, but in the porrage
We have instead of brains,
The world as we knew it
Long gone in favor of fictional accounts
Even out ancestors with their theory of gods in clouds
Would never have mistaken for real
Green cheese, gas clouds, a sun we cannot see at all,
Mingling into the alternative reality
Better set for the pages of comic books
Or in a pastor’s Sunday summon.
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