MEDIUM RARE
(BRIDGE AT HIROSHIMA)
middle class
medium rare
medium
being
and yet when
the Universe stops
for a chat
we cannot
divine
the moment
nor its meaning
I tell you this
and you do
a very bourgeois thing
stand up
facing the stars
proclaiming your uniqueness
ask you (dare to ask you)
who you think you are
(if comic book has authority here
let’s go with “Dr Astral”)
standing as
straight as a poker
as a space rocket
as a nuclear missile
even a huge
totally erect dick
has curvature
Oh, yes mon ami,
you are star dust wanting
to return
but part
of that stardust thirsts for extinction
wants to burn
wants to
be proof of
the pudding for Einstein’s equation
burnt to a crisp
just not good enough let
alone “medium rare”
want to
when you go thermonuclear
just evaporate
leave your shadow goodbye signature
like that long-forgotten poor soul
on the bridge
at Hiroshima
