Pump #7: A Poem
Pump #7
Pause at pump #7 for a moment
Octane fumes ascend from hot cement
No carwash today only regular unleaded
The essence of fossilized life once doomed
To asteroids or climate shift or volcanic soot
Vast bodies of black gold underfoot
Resurrected now hurdle towards the ozone
We approach the center of the universe
The eye of the Milky Way galaxy looms
A black curtain consumes the sun
The revenge of the moon
Craterous and neglected
Outshone by a ball of light
High tide in hearts of men
Forgotten until the night
Out of sight and mind
Blind eyes gaze the sky
Trapped in a greenhouse made of gas
I squint to see the other side of the glass
To find crack or crevice in the heavens
I pause for a moment at pump #7
PWIV