by Scot Siegel
Maybe some overhead wires cross,
and a new satellite turns toward us
in that slow-space-way that orbiting things
move; and maybe, a message
descends, and it’s from a parallel
universe, where others like us, but
different, have a new kind of language
and it’s called listening –
(In a child’s voice…)
Your world is in danger;
how much longer it will last
we cannot tell you;
we are only the listeners –
This measure, sponsored
by no one in particular,
but the world, your
world, in general:
Resolution 08-001
(The satellite turns as she
calls the question…)
Resolution 08-001: A Call to
End All War
It has been moved
and seconded –
Is there any discussion –?
Hearing none,
all those in favor
Signify by saying,
“Aye”
Those opposed?
Scot Siegel is a poet and land use planner from Lake Oswego, Oregon. His poems have previously appeared in New Verse News, The Sunday Oregonian, Open Spaces Magazine, and Acorn, among others.