Humans on Mars
NANCY JO CULLEN
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.