There’s a reason the astronomy prof said
we don’t as we don’t remember our birth
remember the first eye we look into
or else it remembers us all
Remember he went on Galileo’s tragedies
they will be on your final
disbelief failure punishment
disgrace naming names almost turning the self in
but what do we know
disbelievers yawning in stadium seats
on my desk planet acronyms
(Mary’s virginity ended memorably
joyfully she unbuckled nine passerby)
we want out like the guy
in the learn’d astronomer poem
the outside sky full of its urban blight
broken-bottle glass and broken windows theories
and the zodiac imaginary or too ingenious
not to break like glass animals
wanting out so we can go back in
the gun in the parlor we pay for it to send
bolts through our tongues
so it will teach us a new language
make frescoes on us
nothing to do with armor nor carnage
but class isn’t over yet
Pluto still the ninth and last
but not for long he said a fake planet
then a painted fake of the planet a slide
he beams on the screen
followed by a photo of a human eye
planetary monstrous
a reason we don’t remember
he said or else it remembers us all