Friday, December 29, 2017
122917c
Saturn in the Sky
an infinitude of icy moonlets
from a distance they look like solid rings
growing up, we'd go clod hopping
hunting the critters that live out there
we'd get 10 credits for a pelt
what they could do to a zero-G farm
beauty in destruction
sometimes we'd float and watch them
go to town on a field of space lettuce
but we wanted the money more
Labels:
aliens,
bounty,
children,
farming,
poem,
Saturn,
science fiction,
sf,
space,
space opera
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