Hu­mans on Mars


Room Magazine - - LITTLE | BELUGA -

And now, the hottest month yet recorded

While fire cre­ates its own wind & takes flight

And the eter­nal shore waits, en­dan­gered

And (again) we have sinned through our own fault. My dar­ling glut­tons, it is our mis­for­tune

To find the­ory sim­pler than its prac­tice

& our ag­gre­gate Gods an af­flic­tion

In the spec­tac­u­lar shadow of busi­ness.

Our kids have be­come stu­dents of com­merce They’re rolling out af­ford­able flights to Mars

Such adorable lit­tle em­i­grants

We’ll email our chil­dren in outer space

Then four to thirty min­utes later they’ll read,

And now, the hottest month yet recorded.

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