Please expect no posting tomorrow, as I plan to be home with my Vista computer. For the same reason, I shall not post anything on most weekends in the future.
They separated from their link to home
and walked on insect legs down muddy ground.
They’ll find a spot from which they will not roam.
If they sit still, they never will be found.
They’re numbered One through Seven on their shells,
and each of them is fully occupied,
the first one by a string of power cells.
The other six have frightened souls inside.
This isn’t what these good folks had in mind.
The ads and the recruiters didn’t say
this kind of trip was up for which they signed.
This will be longer than a one-year stay.
They have no choice but to live through this age,
no consolation but each other’s tears,
and yet they’re safe while landward, blazes rage
and clouds of dust obscure the sun for years.
©2010 Louis A. Merrimac
The first one: We are being informed that Number One is unoccupied. The next canto makes more sense with this in mind.
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