Deep into the dark we go
driven by a pathos of ignoble sparking
insouciant forces in contrast to surrounding glory
Across wastes of dust, particles, patterned space time
sling-shotted through and past entire star systems
we lie shrouded, gelidly sleeping away centuries
Awakening to the beginning of history
the firsts that will be honoured
landing, harvest, children.
We tarnished heroes.
Copyright © 2018 Kim Whysall-Hammond
So what would be the motives of those travelling far to colonise another planet?
First published in the Science Fiction and Fantasy Poetry Associations print journal Star*Line 41.3
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