I’m thinking:

not about the war or

children starving in

central Africa or

the rash spreading

around my ass or

what’s for supper, but..

about the “Big Dipper”

one hundred thousand years from now.

I’m thinking:

will they change its name?

they’re gonna have to.

it’ll be bent out of shape.

it’ll look arthritic,

not like a dipper at all.

this has been on my

mind for a few days now.

I’m bumming.

damn!

what’ll the kids say

when even my ash is blown away?