Mr. Bachenstein was quite fine
walking home from work,
a light stroll until he suddenly
flew into the air and sped like a rocket
into the bottom of a dangling piano
nine floors above.
And birds, well… they just had to
learn to eventually fly upside down
and build their nests on the underside of the branches.
And fish, well… they rode the largest
blue flying amoeba ever to the exosphere
where the oceans splashed against nothingness
and formed a blurry prismatic shell for those of us
clinging to lamp posts and
clustered, confused on ceilings.
And Remi and Ted’s Pinto
lifted off like at the end of Grease
but they weren’t singing,
just screaming for some long minutes
until, as they suffocated slowly,
they saw a tidal wave coming to swallow them whole.
And so with differentiation at work again
we’re all finding it hard to breath
and so if you find this note in a bottle years from now
know this: it was dropped by a scientist from the doorway
of a lab in Switzerland into the seas above
and we found the Higg’s boson
and we are sorry about the Gravity thing.
In our defense, it was an outlier, you know.