Our space station’s over the Canyonlands
National Park. See that deep cavity
circled by jagged cliff slopes like a tanned,
coiled snake? We theorize gravity
sucked in a meteor 60 million
years back. Chinle and Moenkopi sandstone
at center create, from here, illusions
of gray-green and white-foam rapids dashed on
island rocks and lashing vast red crags. But
it’s all sand-based solids. We’ll start dropping
Guantanamo detainees at night; put
a few from secret Company camps. Bring
in trained Dobermans to engage in sport.
We’ll teach those punks to challenge us in court.
Roger Armbrust
July 26, 2007
