which explains chaos, laser-toy stars
splashed through their paws, marbles of planets
batted down black holes, the American Dream
enchanting as empty boxes
for Chairman Meow’s cosmic throne.
How can we wake from our tabby visions?
Can congress propose human values
beyond the crazy fishbowls of our brains?
We raze rainforests, glug the Gulf’s oil,
fighting the world that nurses our bones.
Below the moon pooling alleycat milk,
we crave the power of chonky gods
to share patés of tuna in heaven
though Earth churns through salmon-rich darkness,
hills and grass purring love, our home.