Jan Sand (February 2 1926 / USA)
All mountains conquered,
We have go-karted on the Moon
Sent our metal mini-monsters off
To squat on Mars; dispatched a toy car
To bump and scrutinize the local rocks.
Out in space the metal flowers
Spread their petals rectilinear,
Suck energy from the distant Sun,
Spit digitals into our parabolic cups
Which detail all the ways of Hell
Which freeze and burn beyond our Earthly shell.
With all our wisdom thus deployed
Our dynamic manic here below
Seems focused, pointed to demolish
This enclave, tiny, fragile,
Unique with life
In cosmic aridity
As if to flaunt incredible stupidity.
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