New Guy Just Dropped
An ekphrastic poem
Like an alien,
A new guy just dropped!
Into southeastern Pennsylvania? Of all places…
Well, I’m gendering this motherfucka.
Upon the steel-grate bench,
This ominous totem beckons me.
I want to rub his belly like the Buddha of my dreams,
Yet the sheer warmth—the aura—radiates off him.
So I keep my sleek, typing hands to myself.
He’s serving paternal mirth.
Legs: Long and sturdy
Arms: thick and rigid
Torso: dense
Abdomen: thicccc
Head: smol
He built like a damn brick, that boy!
And he shall reign for 1000 years,
+1000 more if we’re subservient enough.
In that future,
Rust will cover the earth.
Acid rain will corrode it faster.
Common life will mutate into animosities none of us shall ever see.
Long after my human bones are pulverized into carbon.
And my Mother will consume me for future growth.
Intelligent beings shall unearth him like an Ozymandias,
In the year of our Lord, 4026.
And they will say the same thing as me.
“Whoa, check out this new guy.”
From the astral planes of nothingness,
Galaxies away, surviving heat death, I somehow survive all of this.
My echoed voice will ripple back to Earth.
And my lasting wish—my Voyager 1 message—is simple:
“I hope you remember me, new guy.”
In your equally lengthy journey,
I salute you
With my cosmic hand
To shapeless head
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