Unlike me, you don’t like the space puppies,
the way they dance and squeak away
all the gravitas of galactic struggle
while making gods of no one’s favorite,
how they crush the troopers
with Boy Scout-like precision, and I do;
I wonder whether it is worth ending evil
that haunts the dreams of every creature
if there is nothing small and helpless,
no one who is only glad to be home safe,
holding hands with someone kind. 


By Heidi Turner