Poem: High, Higher, Highest

High, High­er, Highest
Samuel Hazo
Viewed from space, the world’s
                     France appears,
but no Frenchmen.
                                          Then Germany,
with­out one German.
the rich­est man on earth
pays three hun­dred thousand
for a ten-minute flight by rocket
at three thou­sand miles per hour
to see every­thing below
from six­ty-two miles straight up.
He’s mak­ing busi­ness plans
for space, begin­ning with Mars
and the moon.
                             There’s ample
prece­dent to show how profit
                   After we mapped
the earth as we imag­ined it,
we matched what we imagined
with the world as it would look
when pho­tographed from space.
We did the same with rivers,
lakes and seas.
                             We kept
the orig­i­nal names unchanged
for every­thing we saw
as far as we could fly.
From seashores to the stratosphere
the world was seen as property
that men could bar­gain for and buy.
We see it now the same
while prof­i­teers debate how best
to adver­tise and sell the sky.

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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