Treasure Island

Jan Sand

(February 2 1926 / USA)

Starstuck


The robots we send out these days
To waltz among the stars
Hum to themselves and to us
Strange melodies whose bars
Beat rhythms both electrical
And, partaking of magnetic,
Meld wild effects eclectical
To get results aesthetic.

The glories of the galaxies,
The secrets of the moons
Expectorate back to Earth’s
Parabolic spittoons.

The zips and units come in trains
With enigmas all enwrapped.
Digestible, suggestible
To bright receptive brains

Down the data rains, like dust,
To link up here just so
Spelling out the message that
We don’t know what we know.

We don’t know what we know because
There’s so much more to see,
And all that we assemble is
A total mystery.

Submitted: Sunday, May 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, September 11, 2013

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