October 8, 2010
Eight 10/08/10
I suppose Earth’s solar busstops
are filling our human ranks with orphans
with eyes like telescopes.
Our souls are under microscopes more than
what drives angels to stand over us in awe
and sight unseen agree Earth is round and ran
Around the sun. It has made us draw
our mighty measuring line straight
past Hamlet’s ghost of royal pa.
Three commands issue from his dreadful pate:
avenge thy father’s death, injure not thy mother
and taint not thy soul with the blood of fate.
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