A complete eclipse

Of morals and motherly

Love,

And what they meant to me.

Behold, the Earth’s own gravity

Will crush us down

Like aluminum cans

Eventually.

But Icarus tried to fly,

And escape from the pull

Of Gaia’s

Envy

And fell to his death

As a young man,

Screaming.

While we report our

Neighbors

To the white-washed

Secret police

Because their lawn

Is overgrown.

I can hear the rain outside,

Falling.