Rob Carney and Scott Poole turn the news on its head in The Last Tiger Somewhere, a poetry collection that brings to together the best of both poets. The poets jigsaw recent history and skewer current events. What results is a series of prayers, praise songs, fairy tales, commandments, guilty verdicts, and mathematical equations.

Listening to your Robot Companion in the Coldness of Space

It's time for you to eat.
It's unfortunate you have to eat.
I don't have to eat.
I get a lot done while you're sleeping.
You're not productive at 3AM Pacific Standard Time like I am.
I made a friend with the blackness of space
while you were in the bathroom.
I've never gone to the bathroom.
Do you want to eat cheese? 
Colby? Swiss? Gruyere?
Should I just keep asking questions
till you answer?
Did you clean your helmet?
Are you going to press
the red button 
because it needs to be
pressed pretty soon.
It was 12.3 seconds between your sneezes.
Would you like to improve your math scores?
According to statistics, one of your toes
is longer than it should be.
Why do you eat corn dogs in the nude 93% of the time? 
Is it better to say nude or naked?
I notice you are getting irritable,
perhaps you should take up transcendental meditation. 
I can meditate, but I know ahead 
of time what I'm going to think about,
so I don't see the point.
You left the clip off the bread.
Why do
"STFU" and "Creepy" labels
on my chest with the Label Baby?
Do you miss human sexual activity?
Is it depressing to know you're going to die,
perhaps in a gruesome or tragic way,
and I will always live as long as 
there is a source of solar power in the sky?
Why are you holding a baseball bat?