In The Albers Room

by Robin Learning

Irrelevant the stars
Seem, in quark decay;
Lower entities take on
Through the concrete day

Thick engulfing bulk:
The job, the bills, one's gut:
The reproductive slaver:
The civic jackboot. But

Those stellar shadows' brittle
Mnemonic aftertaste
Limns the mental palate,
However swift our haste

Or great our depredations
In the stifling day,
Murmuring a knowledge:
Star matter is our prey,

Or we are its. A conflict
Millenia shall seal;
And human talons master
And fashion under heel.