2051 A SPACE ODDITY

By the Urban Poet

Gas-like mist rolls over the gritty dunes

and strange shaped, granite like rocks 

Multi coloured clouds form like plumes

of smoke spreading across the eerie plain

 

Periods of extreme quiet give way to what would seem like peels of distant thunder

accompanied by a gentle surface tremor

As if playing out a sinister rhythmic sequence

 

Noticeable though, the feeling of observation

Surveillance? scrutinisation? close attention?

We could be fooled into thinking this way 

Desolation and isolation playing its part

 

A project spanning many years

Yet to yield more than just samples for transporting back to our own planet in

the space shuttle laboratory storage

 

We can’t help wondering what happened here

Evidence seems to suggest something catastrophic, seismic,

anything living now gone

Perhaps our space scientists are correct?

This planet named Earth all but perished

in the climate change disaster of 2051

From ‘100 More Reasons for Rhyme’

By ‘Rick’ Varden 2023