A Poem for Jeff Bezos

Image: Where Is The End by Ami Prasad

When the void was new, its origins were not blue
but a vacuum turned green,
ill with this viridescent epidemic –
we must look so low from your self-appointed sky
and yet we can fit your ship in a needle’s eye –
(“This is the good planet,” says the one who can afford it)
you have the money to make the world a better place
and yet you choose to launch yourself into space.

About the Poem

This poem is about Jeff Bezos’ flight into space on 7/20/21.

About the Author

Amanda N. Butler has been writing poetry for over 16 years and is the author of chapbooks with Dancing Girl Press and Origami Poems Project. Her poems have appeared in Frogpond, Hedgerow, Leaves of Ink, and more with work in anthologies by Broken Sleep Books and Running Wild Press. She served as the third Poet Laureate of Oldsmar, FL from 2018-2020 and can be found on Twitter @arsamandica.

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