“All we are, basically, are monkeys with car keys”
-Grandma Woody in Northern Exposure, “Animals R Us,” 1991
An early dusk falls under clouds from the Gulf Yellow houselights wink on as daylight winks off Supper in greasy bags from fast-fooderies That everyone argues they can’t afford
Then like the lozenge in A Space Odyssey A screen appears and dominates all And family groupings center themselves around it In excited cavortings before the images
Of brightly-colored cultic election scores As fists swinging dry bones crush enemy skulls