just bigger, to put Seattle on the map.
On a field trip we all hucked loogies
from its observation deck. We learned
the Needle—complete with restaurant—went up
in 1962, a promise to President Kennedy
we would beat those Rooskies to the moon.
Okay. Good work, Apollo guys, but let’s not
forget the restaurant. It’s something else.
The whole place was made to rotate,
so the view keeps changing. Cool.
It prophesied a future of ease,
inertia, channelsurfing, the hollow truth
proclaimed on mall directories: YOU ARE HERE.