Prank short poem

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Someone stood a mannequin on a rural highway
away from the nearest town, just past a bridge
in a gap in the safety lights. It did not wait,
just remained an immobile figure, dressed up
in black clothing, until a car smashed it
into harder-to-categorize fragments. A nothing
event – a little fright, a little vandalism, soon
forgotten – and here some might make a comparison
to the way humans interact with the universe –
we break it, we play in it like children unafraid
of the consequences of our destruction because
many believe that no father will ever come home
to correct us, while others believe he will be
a soft touch, forgiving and willing to point us
in a more productive direction. But we don’t
interact with the universe, not on a noticeable scale
if we observe, if our collective consciousness
resonates, it is proportional to all the other
sapient species and a tiny shape, perhaps a single
pointillist’s dot within a landscape shaped
by black holes, magnetars and other beasts
that prowl the cosmos, pull things apart, force
them back together and leave impressions lasting
billions of years to baffle fragile, animated life.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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