Poem for my Neighbors

Listen: there’s nothing that can be done about it.
Continents will drift about like bumper cars
and the stars will spin drunkenly in the dark
and atoms will slowly degrade into lesser atoms
and sex and death will jostle for supremacy
and it all happens well outside of our grasp.
So who cares if my dogs shits in the grass
and then howls into the empty night? Let him. 


Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer. The Iowa poet is the author of the chapbook I Close My Eyes and I Almost Remember, and his poetry has appeared in Rust + Moth, Pithead Chapel, and EcoTheo Review, among others. He can be contacted at matthewjandrews.com.