Astrobiology Poetry
“The First“, by Stuart Atkinson
Maybe you’re on Mars, inside
or hiding beneath a rock, many rocks,
exiled by the lethal blue-leeched sky
to a world of damp and dark,
A crystalline, Noachian dungeon where
“water” is just a scent and Time runs slow:
one billion sols… two billion sols…
between each breath a billion more…
