Soft White Underbelly

I descend into the bay,

looking at the tops of clouds

and all I can think is how

voyurisric of me

to sit and stare at the soft white

underbelly of the sky,

a sight never meant to be seen

by the human eye

but our persistent parasitic pursuits

led us to invade this space

was land not enough?

A restless heard,

we must take and take,

maybe our satisfaction lies

in the next conquest,

in the next star over

turning theirs into mine

with the swiftness of a knife

through butter

the earth begging us to stand

and stand still