The Poetry of Mark Daniel Milbocker 
Meditation on the Etymology of "Universe"

Are we grist for the cosmic millstone
or gulls circling thermoclines
attending to fraternal sky burials
picking our teeth with a house full of
rusty cob holders and zylonite wedding toppers
no, our castlewalls are socially distanced
our verbage dripping poorly from the overhang
of our private garderobe, fetid moat festers
beneath our assiduous footprints 
pacing over the fossil record and 
the everturf that preceded our 
astronomic measurements of the chronically bent
and swirling nubulae suspended in 
conversations we have yet to interrupt
or engage as we dig ditches to an Eden
from which we never fell.
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