Thursday, 3 July 2025

BEREAVED IN RAGS



 
he saw theyre serving 
lobster bisque & onion soup
up on the ISS tonight

& it reminds him
he says
of Gil Scott-Herons poem
Whitey On The Moon

& he tries 
to remember
he says
that maybe not everything in the sky
means death all the time

as he waits
out the night
bereaved in rags









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