In Orbital Mirrors by David C. Kopaska-Merkel and Kendall Evans

In Orbital Mirrors
David C. Kopaska-Merkel
Kendall Evans

I swallowed the mercurial net,
my veins a tree, mandrake-forked.
Listen!  I hear my buds unfolding
& the sound echoes      echoes
in orbital mirrors.
 
four or five synchronous satellites
broadcast the dreams of ancient mariners;
crinkled tinfoil protects tender shoots
from the hungers of humanity.
 
left/right DNA reversal:
Lepidopterous nightmare or transcendence;
are we truly unitary?  are we conscious at all?
 
send that to the stars
 
 
the end