poem05 Sep 2016 08:00 am


In the days of past,
I would swim in the grand ocean
On a single breath into its depths,

Marvelling at the
Wondrous array of creatures
Our world has made.

The ancient ocean,
Abundant and teeming with life
Till our planet’s shell

Stripped away into the vacuum
And our water along with it.
For eons, the skeletons

Of our ocean creatures
Lined the mosaic graveyard
Of the fallen sea

Till even they eroded away
As space rocks engraved them
With their relentless teeth marks.

And so, I find myself on your planet,
Still raw from that asphyxiating ride
On the asteroid into your sea,

A sea very different from mine,
Yet I thrive,
Having evolved in the void.

And now you are sending
Your people to my dead world
To see if it is habitable.

Stay here, I plead,
But you do not listen.
All you see is hope where I see death.

I will tell you where to find them.
They are beneath the ocean,
Fragments and memories of them,

My people from a forgotten era.
Tell them I am here.
Tell them I am waiting.

illustration by “planet user”, shared under creative common license.

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