there’s not much contention, we own all the sky;
look up and see Venus, you’ll also see Mars —
well, most of those lights, they’re certainly ours;
the moons and the asteroid belts we all own —
our Manifest Destiny’s pretty well known;
so, here’s my advice if you've got a complaint —
forget your protest and your can of spray paint;
disregard your petition to the law of the land,
abandon the thought of taking a stand;
neglect any chance of winning in court —
that winning’s reserved for the better sort;
take my advice and sell yourself short —
just call it a day and get out your passport;
there’s got to be tickets that you can purchase
to get your ass off Earth to some small abyss;
some rock that is floating around in deep space,
some universe where they will welcome your face;
but here on this planet, your credit is through —
surely you don’t want another tattoo;
‘Love it or leave it, get out of the way’ —
isn’t that what all conquerors say?
“‘Is it insane?’" Rachmael said.‘To believe, first, that some unhappy persons must be stuck at Whale’s Mouth . . . and yet we’re not hearing, via THL’s monopoly of all info media, all energy, passing back this way. And, second . . .’” —Philip K. Dick, Lies, Inc.
Text,
narration, editing & production © 2020 C. Kurtz. Audio originally broadcast by North Dakota Quarterly winter 2021.