#632 - Planet 3 - who's counting?

 

 

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Planet 3 – who’s counting?

for the solar system series

 

there’s no other world where…

look up and about

feel stillness

consider

 

universals and particulars

where the stone’s so stony

there’s no other world

with this idea

 

zebra, giraffe, crocodile, cuttlefish

 

and over we go

round around

 

stream, meadow

where the massacre was

 

earworm eyeworm

headworm heart

bung shadows

for this wall of a cave

 

though others may dazzle

no other with the dizzies

 

no other world with this language to speak

and later lose

 

none with a forest

none with a frog

 

bone worm

blood worm

sun worm

moon

 

winged things!

we have irony!

 

time is measured

kept in a clock

 

and where’s the anthem of it?

the flag of the nations gone?

 

plenty of worlds

or iron, of hydrogen bubble

of silicon

floaty, many mooned

 

where are your pretzels?

and who’ll sway leaf?

 

there are worlds just solid gold

but none with golden ages

none with held high hearts

 

no other world where they’re dreaming

syntax slips

nor where the creatures imagine

and how we’re here

or someone calls home

 

who paints the rolling ocean?

 

sperm worm

egg worm

scramble

swim

 

is there elsewhere amoeba floats abroad

and yet to articulate hopes?

 

is there anywhere else

with the trees and the fish?

 

the goldilocks third

is the home of invention

volcanoes and lightning

but fireworks too

 

say shoot for the stars

but nobody’s leaving

 

where else are the gods at home?

who whispers here?

who wastes a prayer?

there are billions of years yet to go

 

nowhere else with ruins or wrecks

Hitlers, Stalins, Mussolinis

no other worlds with kings or wars

take scalps

bombs, firing squads

 

there are plenty of poison gases elsewhere

but that’s more a matter of luck

and anyway, no one’s there to breathe

here the creatures lap air up

 

where else for the singing?

or could a poem fit?

where would you rather be seen

 

at wine o’clock

when some take beer?

 

how blue

how round

how green

 

it’s really the only one to sneeze at

just the one – this number 3

 

a philosophy of table tennis

could only flower here