Musings on Mars

I can leave the crow but not the swallow.

I can say goodbye to ants and insects

but today is shorter than tomorrow

so we must have sushi, saunas and sex.

I can do without my morning coffee,

and propagate tea in the geodome;

I’ll find a good spot in the ancient sea

to fashion myself an alien home;

it won’t be spacious, but it will suffice,

my starter-pod on the planet of war

a corner to hang my breathing device.

We know you’ll forget us on Earth’s fine shore

but hope that at times you’ll look to the skies

and ask what we do when one of us dies.


(Honorable mention, Goodreads Newsletter Contest, May 2015. Wordrunner spring 2016 eChapbooks anthology.)