The Punchline

Humanity, the universal punchline.

Sitting here
processing
the words
on the screen
as Gord Downie’s
voice caresses
my malleus
my incus
my stapes
and from there,
faster than
the speed
of sound,
the cognition
occurs
furiously,
meticulously,
frantically even
the natural beauty
of the universe
is our gift shop
even though
we are
subservient
to its whims,
because
we are the
detritus,
we are the
junk that
the universe
either doesn’t
know about
or doesn’t
care about,
we haven’t
made that
first contact
with the
Vulcan ship
because
warp speed
violates
the current
laws of
physics,
and we don’t
even merit
a word or two
in the
great guide
that the
intergalactic
hitchhikers
consult when
they are in
a great
quandary,
ultimate
meaning
may be the
ultimate
punchline
after all

Reviews

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

Nice derisive look at humanity. This is one of those poems that just seems to fly by and before you know it, you've reached the end.