Once upon a snow in Cairo…

by Todd Smith / October 4th, 2020

At the keyboard of the Spaceship,
formerly known as the “Control Room”
— except that, more often than not,
“no control” was the Rule,
whence the name was changed,
by curious decree,
to the “Over-Inflated Phallus.”
No felicitous monolith, this,
so much as a lumbrous shadow
cast, cumbersome over all,
the re-christened Spaceship,
hovering high above,
and camouflaged by
a fuzzy fleece of fake clouds,
shrouds of Ubermensch-shaped
Snow-bots avalanching down,
armed with fresh falling fictions
to re-legislate the ground
while the Gloominati,
aloof in their Big Obelisk,
grimace.
Their icy chatter makes no sound
as the Snow-bots’ boots
silently strike the ground…

Todd Smith lives, writes, and observes the Brave New World Order in St. Louis. He can be reached at bartlebydick@yahoo.com. Read other articles by Todd.

This article was posted on Sunday, October 4th, 2020 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.