The sky will glow soft streaks

Of purple and green

From an artificially inseminated

Atmosphere.

 

It will be

An industrial colony at first.

Workers, rustbeard scientists,

Cricket legged astronauts.

 

Then the rest will come.

Stiff lip families and

Financiers, senior executives,

The first settlers.

The worst.

 

While the poor back on the Old World

Prepare for nuclear slavery.

 

Dreaming of a silver sun,

The shade grey glint in the distant sky,

Capital of the rich and wealthy,

The Moon, 2211