When We Left the Earth

When we left the Earth, there wasn’t much time
to decide what to take—and not much space,
traveling flattened into two dimensions

When we left Earth, there wasn’t much to take,
a few parcels, not of great importance,
papers, poems, portraits of no mention.

When we left Earth we had nothing but time,
the clothes on our backs, and all the spaces
we could carry, like refugees driven

by galactic soldiers, memes, and rhizomes
fleeing across the country of Universe,
illegal borders, the continuum,

stateless immigrants replacing countries,
soon to be stripped of our suitcases,
our teeth, our glasses, our hair—no need for them

where we are going, temporal refugees,
another galaxy, universe,
reduced to devices, animals,

then objects, energy traveling, trains
invisible as this non-existence
at the speed of light, and so we remain


Steven B. Katz

About Steven B. Katz

In addition to scholarly books and articles, and a chapbook of poetry “Nana!”, Steven B. Katz has published poems in Pembroke Magazine, South Carolina Review, Southern Poetry Review, College Composition and Communication, Pre/Text, Postmodern Culture, European Judaism (London) Obsidian
III: Black Literature in Review, The Raleigh News and Observer, Free Verse, Continental Drift, Archives of Family (AMA), Voices: Journal of the American Academy of Psychotherapy, Isaac Asimov’s Science Fiction Magazine, Star*Line: Magazine of the Science Fiction Poetry Association, and Jacar Press 
volumes, as well as in Elohi Gadugi. Steve is the R. Roy and Marnie Pearce Professor of Professional Communication, as well as a Fellow of the Rutland Institute for Ethics, at Clemson 
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