This beach is not long enough
for what I have to write
in letters that you can
read from space
Elon, I see your caspsule
on nights when the haze lifts,
a dot brighter than most
junk orbiting my planet
I know you survey our
thoughts with cameras
that see through ceilings.
With lasars you sear us
Look in the mirror
at the competition
piercing the ionosphere
picking up momentum
threatening to best you.
Despite a waning fuel needle
you accelerate into space,
direction anywhere ‘cept home
There, alphaman, sits the moon,
yet what’s an ape like you
going to do cadged eternally
in a dusty precapitalist crater?
Ecocide, a crime that thunders
through the universe, allows
for no escape, no cowering
on the dark side of a satellite
Script tangles with jungle,
I have run out of beach;
now get on your knees, Elon,
the dear Lord to beseech