This poem came out of the August 3, 2010 Poetry Fishbowl. It was prompted by siege and sponsored out of general funds in the poetry poll.
The young spacers laugh,
but the old ones know better.
They say you can see a world's future
written in the folds of its crust.
What colony wouldn't want to peek
at its outcome before setting forth?
They pay good money for maps
and interpreters.
Go ahead and mock if you will,
but the bones of the world
know what it's coming to.
August 7 2010, 13:07:35 UTC 10 years ago
Well...
August 7 2010, 16:29:21 UTC 10 years ago