SO, IF.
So if we conspire to live on Mars
And make the waters run again
To whom of all our anguished kind
Will fall the prize, to tread a pure, unravaged land
And breathe an air uncompromised
By History's foulnesses ?
Whose naked feet will feel the grass
And run to meet the future's blind embrace ?
Will they have my genes, or yours, or yours
Getting that precious second chance?
THE TIGERS OF MARS
And will those feet in future times
Walk upon lush green pastures
As we head spear in hand for the trees ?
Shall we unleash our innocent selves
In pristine forests
Fresh endowed
All the way to tigers?
How will we stalk the tigerish woods
With all our guns and overwhelmingness
And glimpse a smaller sun
Adrift in buzzing canopy,
Contemplate our grand creation
With tigers creeping by, as quiet as mice ?
