The first of all the mornings
the first mate told us
how an unknown asteroid,
had crashed right through the zirkum hull
on the seventh deck of our faithful “Doris”,
He told us how just twenty seven starry
sailors had been sacrificed to space.
“We have sealed the seventh deck”, he said
“and we are lucky, we are safe”,
but I saw the way the science officer
grew moon-pale, sweat-slick,
and how he gazed towards the screen
still showing news
from riots in Metropolis.
“It’s just another year
until we reach the IO-13 colony.”
the first mate sighed,
“and we offer lunar beer and popcorn
in the cinema tonight”.
I guess we knew by then,
but we pretended to be better off,
than those whose blood was spilled
for hunger in Metropolis.
For open link night at dVerse
January 24, 2018