yesterday as i finished up my 3:15:
a pop and a hiss from my small
  portable light—a battery had
exploded. so powerful was my 3:15,
    a battery gave up the ghost.

Mars comes closest to the South
   as it has in 6000 years—
this according to my neighbor,
    who has her telescope out on the porch
  aimed at the heavens.
   bright and bold, there it is.
the god of war, who has stepped down
  from the heavens to oversee affairs
   in this world. war is the order
of the day, a fight to the death.
    decisions are faced, bargains made,
  quotas filled. i will watch the heavens
and wait for Mars to move back to
    wherever it came from.