Five Miles Below

Poems Over the Atlantic

March 2007

     The ocean five miles below,

          Daybreak comes fast,

     Flying East.

          The perfectly straight,

     Vapor-trail,

           Of a previous jet,

     Streams beside us.

     Even here,

          The path is worn,

     Clogged, fouled by the

           Neanderthal footprint,

     Of homo sapiens sapiens.

           Brutal and stupid

      With his technology

           Of weapons and want.