Reruns Poem by Dian Barnett

With my satellite dish I can see Dorothy Gish
as a girl or watch 'Birth Of A Nation.'
H.G Wells' 'Time Machine' may appear on the screen,
I get 'Gunsmoke' on some other station.
Souls alive and sublime are quick frozen in time.
I'm as one with the living and dead.
In my hand a control lets me pass through a hole
and bend time, just as Einstein once said.
Do the heavenly crew have a similar view
as they gaze down on us from the stars?
As we flip through the pages of our earthly ages
are they watching on their DVRs?
Do they turn back to lutes and celestial pursuits
and their scrolls with their golden inscriptions?
Do they almost decide, when consulting their 'Guide'
To cancel their cable subscriptions?
Do they leave front row seats, as our history repeats
saying, 'We've seen this five times or ten!
Is there anything new on earth tonight,
or just reruns again and again? '