20 January 2012


A night dark and cold as no other night in no other place could be,
Domestic dogs barking into the subzero oxygen;
Though the earth is growing warmer this place has never been colder,
The pure, murderous stillness of heat-death reigns supreme.

A young man is slaying orcs with his guild from the comfort of a basement.
Four layers of insulation and warm electric light surround him.

An old man is counting his presidential dollars in neat golden stacks
And reminiscing of the days when a dollar bought a meal.

This is the planet Hoth, this is the land of Melkor,
This is Siberia, this is a Yukon River homestead,
Could a Hawaiian ever understand it?
Could a Puerto Rican ever grasp it?

Wisconsin, January 19, 2012

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