did we expect "it" and
"self" have in common?
asks the inside
flap of the
dust jacket, blithely.
Could these
"selves" we had
have been any more selfish?
will wonder
the sarcastic
investigators of the future—
the way they once probed the limits
of the cosmic
for banality,
and long-distance
collect-called their
underlying traumas,
and consciously hollered
(without the faintest
tang of irony)
into the theretofore tranquil
"it"
of dark matter.
