People ask me what’s it like living in New Zealand

It’s a beautiful place

a lot of Americans are eyeing like the Martians

in War of the Worlds,

to layer over with

silos;

end of the world condominiums

where lighting

is utmost

to combat depression,

where the prairies

play on an endless loop

in windowless rooms,

where the men with guns outside

are on your payroll

the pilot’s

family taken care of.

In their dreams each night

a strange savage cat goes out,

returns

to place a broke-neck bird.