" A Few Good Stars "
by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
A few good stars
there was no moon
there was no cloud
as you can well imagine
found in sediment
or in the crevices of shells
with hidden weapons
of interplanetary menaces
sacs on their heads
employing venom
scavenging on the dead
absorbing dissolved nutrients
as assets of remembrance
in any direction
like catch-all insectivores
that beat the dinosaurs
all because of quick wits
and nimble bodies
crawling along primeval floors
hit by meteors
staking their mortgages
on matters of dumb luck
via class or phylum
subject by subject
with specialized functions
capable of leaves plus tufts
like an open head of lettuce
all of a sudden under study
donning boxing gloves
while throwing collective uppercuts
strange and troubling in significance
bit by bit tail flukes dripping
from humpbacks that grace the planet
with muscular tongue action
thoroughly undetatched 90-odd mammals
hanging onto consciousness silt at the bottom...
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