The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
The Gods As They Are, On Their Planets - The Poet's Press
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AUTUMN ON MARS<br />
for Ray Bradbury<br />
<strong>On</strong> Mars the black-trunked trees<br />
are dense<br />
with summer’s crimson foliage.<br />
When dry-ice autumn comes,<br />
the oaks singe sickly green.<br />
<strong>The</strong> land is a riot of airborne olive,<br />
chartreuse and verdigris,<br />
green fire against a pink<br />
and cloudless sky.<br />
<strong>The</strong> sour red apples go yellow sweet;<br />
the wind-blanched wheat<br />
forsakes its purple plumage;<br />
cornstalks are tied in indigo bundles;<br />
eyes flicker ghoulishly<br />
as candles are set<br />
in carved-out green gourds.<br />
Grandfathers warn their<br />
terrified children<br />
of the looming, ominous blue planet,<br />
roiled with thunderclouds<br />
and nuclear flashes,<br />
that warlike, funeral-colored Earth<br />
from which invaders would<br />
one day come,<br />
decked in the somber hues of death,<br />
withered and green like dead-pile leaves,<br />
armed to the hilt with terrible weapons.<br />
“I’ve seen them!” an elder asserts.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y have two eyes,<br />
flat on their heads!”<br />
Eye stalks wiggle in disbelief.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y walk on two legs,<br />
like broken sticks!”<br />
Multi-jointed leglets thump in derision.<br />
“<strong>The</strong>y speak in the animal octave,<br />
and they bark like krill-dogs.”<br />
<strong>The</strong> children shriek in red and purple.<br />
“No way, Old <strong>On</strong>e!<br />
Don’t make us think it!<br />
How can they talk without twinkling?”<br />
“<strong>The</strong>ir rockets go higher with every turn<br />
of our world around the life-star.<br />
Earthers will come, thick on the ground<br />
like our thousand-year mugworms.<br />
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<strong>The</strong>y will kill us,<br />
take our females captive,<br />
burn our egg domes,<br />
eat our aphidaries!”<br />
A fireball slashes the pink horizon.<br />
Two hundred eye-stalks follow the arc.<br />
“That might be one<br />
of their robots now!<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir probes are watching everywhere!”<br />
Now fifty Martian youngsters scream,<br />
shrieking in ultraviolet tones,<br />
crab legs scattering in every direction.<br />
<strong>The</strong> Old <strong>On</strong>es smile in five dimensions,<br />
sit down for a cup of hot grumulade<br />
and some well-earned peace and quiet.<br />
“It’s not nice to frighten<br />
the young ones,”<br />
the eldest muses, “but it wouldn’t be<br />
autumn<br />
without a little Halloween.”<br />
PLUTO DEMOTED<br />
No longer a planet, they say!<br />
Pluto, Hades, Yuggoth, Nine<br />
is now a nothing,<br />
a rock among rocks<br />
despite the tug of its companion,<br />
silent and airless Charon.<br />
Now you are a “mini-world,”<br />
an oversize asteroid<br />
tumbling in dustbelt<br />
so dark and distant<br />
our sun is but a blob<br />
of wavering starlight.<br />
World of death and darkness,<br />
methane, monoxide molting<br />
in every orbiting,<br />
shunned by the sun that made you,<br />
must you now be snubbed by man?<br />
How demote a planet<br />
so lustrous in history?<br />
It has its gods! It has its gods!<br />
Can they evict<br />
the Lord of the Dead