An Innocent Clone in Time

Once the citylights came back on
in New Europe, after the world’s war,
God started improvising salvation
on an alto sax.

It was no mean feat.

After our presidents toured the moon
once, the citylights came back on
radio, and the alcoholics joked about how
God started improvising salvation
without rightwing support.

The polls showed that
after our presidents toured the moon
we stopped piloting our satellite
radio, and the alcoholics joked about how
nobody knows how to tell the time
without rightwing support:
the polls showed that.

Orbiting in eighty, with a few broken bones,
we stopped piloting our satellite
in Europe, after the world’s war —
nobody knew how to tell the time
on an alto sax.

It was no mean feat
orbiting in eighty, with a few broken bones.

Joses Ho is a neuroscientist by training. Originally from and currently based in Singapore, he has lived and studied in the U.S., the U.K., and the Netherlands. His fiction has appeared in the Nature Futures 2 anthology, and his poetry has appeared in LONTAR and QLRS. Follow him on Twitter; his handle is @jacuzzijo.

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