We like to think of it as parallel to what we know,
Only bigger. One man against the authorities.
Or one man against a city of zombies. One man
Who is not, in fact, a man, sent to understand
The caravan of men now chasing him like red ants
Let loose down the pants of America. Man on the run.
…holy crapburger that’s music, right there. Music. From “My God, It’s Full of Stars,” a Springsteen-science-fiction poem from Tracy K. Smith‘s Pulitzer-winning uppercut to the chin of American literature, Life on Mars.