we name them after things that matter
after things that matter and the gods of our days
and the gods of our days like the great stapler
like the great stapler which attaches the night to us
which attaches the night to us and the words to ideas
and the ideas to words that are just light
that are just light packaged in dark matter
dark matter sent first class to our eyes
first class to our eyes so we might know their names
know their names these things that matter
things that matter like the photo copier
the photo copier scanning and remembering us
scanning and remembering us as though we were exoplanets
we were exoplanets with atmospheres of ink
ink full of bright mating cries
mating cries from gods of our days like the gull
the gull whose beak marks the poles
the poles whose screams are tectonic
tectonic in the bin-man’s crackling eyes
eyes where names do not matter
not matter so we name them
name them holes in the sky