diplomatic party served
frozen, grated
garnished
diplomatic party served
frozen, grated
garnished
Adhering to a chunk of rock
the ship hurtled toward the primary
looking like nothing but a boulder
of extraordinarily typical hue and surface texture
but within, Samm 57, webbed amid the controls
monitored everything
it set course for planet three
and fired hot jets
welcome was not anticipated
yet Samm would kiss everything
briefly
Remember Mars
A small planet,
Dead for billennia,
Its pipsqueak moons,
Hardly deserving names,
The orb’s popular in myth,
But, no one cares, anymore,
And sure,
There was that colony, but
c’mon,
200 misfits can’t stop
The progress of science!
It’s not the end of the World!
(Well, it is, technically,
But, seriously,
Does anyone care?)
And the disintegrator works!
That’s the important thing.
Yeah!