An Ambassador Recollects Earth
Jennifer Ruth Jackson
Travelers,
I knew your world, once
I saw your gods paint
Your watery sky with their
Backstroke brushstrokes
Molecules banging like horny teenagers
To construct your air in a lazy grace
I sampled it, forced it into my body
The invisible blade of breath
Tucking it away in a keepsake manner
Pulling apart my chest to hold it safe
I watched all of you
Guiltlessly throw it away
With too many words
