History of the World

I blew my wad on all the bright light boys
and when they spiraled down, like fireflies
over the edge of the world, I cried –

See, I always wanted to save my boys
from ending, from breathing, from stifling themselves.
But they don’t last – that’s what I’ve found –

so I bring out wrench and stethoscope
and I put out
my travelling shingle

but for all the bright light boys
that Wyle-E-Coyote down,
I tell you, there’s nothing in this saviour business anyhow.