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.
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