Saigon Still Stands With Cleveland, Laughing

Shitty little pyramids sprouted out
of the sand like acne, leaving
out adolescence where everyone
can mock it. How shoddy
the angles, how boring the shape.

Snap the twig blue sky
for the moment to release
its motion like tea,
filling the pockmarks burrowed
by all of our rocket ships.

(Why do we expel
ourselves into a sea
with too many
dimensions to cup?)

-C.S. Henderson