He Has No Spaceship

Wind swirls, whips, blows, howls

Kicking up dreaded dust in the city that

Once was the destination for those suffering

The suffocation of consumptive lungs.

Large, particle pollution invades chambers

Lodging deep in the crevices next to thousands of

Capillaries more than happy to carry

Hazardous waste throughout the body.

Shortness of breath traps him in his body,

in the condo, in the city, in the sky, in the

atmosphere, in the stratosphere, on this

dry, dusty rock.

He has no spaceship.