benjamin e. nardolilli -

A Plot to Grab

With a fist you broke
The window,
Then shattered our attempt
At climate control.

You made a hole,
A space in the glass,
Smiled at us all,
Then sat down bleeding.

We did our work again,
Investigating
This hollow island,
Wondering what it held.

In conclusion,
We found you innocent,
You did not break it,
But made something new.

It was the outline>
Of a sun
With dangerous rays
Made of shards of glass.

Pioneer, you remain
Bleeding, no longer smiling,
Upset there is a shape,
No void or even damage.

This is our control:
Give us enough time
And we will survey
Your damage into order.