a stone’s throw from sun
a ball that doesn’t bounce
suspended in space
home to humanity
and other life forms
worth saving only
if we want
a repeat
of this gathering
millennia from now

why
are we navigating
our way
through discourse?

shell it

annihilation today
annihilation tomorrow
annihilation forever

so says the god
george wallace,
hands locked
to the wheels
of a chair.

when he arrived
in pantheon
stomping grounds
old george
immediately requested
use of his legs again -
a request neither denied
nor fulfilled.

the gods can agree on the weather,
the actual age of earth,
the alignment of planets
everything and anything
except that
george wallace should have legs.