Two Thumbs Down For Death
If I was to gift immortality to some people,
my choices would be Siskel and Ebert.
Then they could review movies forever,
and cancer denied two more deaths
as they munched on popcorn and sipped sodas,
wondering where George Lucas went.
When I watch Siskel remembered in 1999
it makes me feel old,
and when I see Ebert’s false chin
his lost voice sounds loudest, so I stare
at the sky for a shooting star to wish on-
the heavens giving me nothing but darkness.
This is What Happens When I Try to be Whimsical
When someone says they don’t like “Star Wars,”
or “Star Trek,” I wonder
what they think of Billionaires
with private space programs.
While the earth is slowly burning,
why can’t they see
that even if Spock isn’t real,
he would recycle, or Chewbacca
would die in a shootout
trying to save the rain forest?
Maybe a “galaxy far, far away”
began with the wealthy fleeing a dying planet,
or that thought is just another fantasy
we’ll easily dismiss,
waiting for the next mockbuster
in the cheap bin at Wal-Mart.
Richard LeDue (he/him) lives in Norway House, Manitoba with his wife and son. His poems have appeared in various publications throughout 2021. His first chapbook, “The Loneliest Age,” was released in 2020 from Kelsay Books. His second and third chapbooks are forthcoming.