it was the first day of science fiction
so i expected a second moon or sun to appear
those of us who claimed to be people of the book
wept after the destruction of borders and barnes and noble
vendors sold masks and bottle water to strangers
who walked out of the dust holding cell phones and palm pilots
i took this to be an omen of things to come
the answer to the great riddles of our time:
why do they hate us?
who let the dogs out?
i am a survivor among the missing
hold my photograph against the light
do you notice my halo?
is it too angry for words?