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.