Cosmonaut Zaum
The Milky Way is infinite. It sparkles like swimming pool. Black is blue.
Cities glow forgiving from afar. Cosmonaut Zaum is God at the wheel.
He loves his fragile craft, a blood cell thrusting up the interstellar motorway.
Zaum cuts loose to orbit human order, kindness, interdependence; humour is
last to be undocked. What hadn’t made man violent floats silent to the silence
of the stars in a moat around the Earth. Poet, a dead man’s float in his king size bed,
stares through the wormholes of his eyes, addresses citizens on Earth over a Tannoy
that is the Universe: I love you man if no man loves you man, all is well that has no end.
Astrid Alben