18 March 2007

Gernsbackian sonnet

Rocketships, spacers, and time machines,
heroic men with rocklike and clean jaws,
men sworn to service to uphold the laws,
though tempted from their path by alien queens.
Scientific sorts, seeking the proper means
to travel across galaxies without pause,
and find out, in quick time, the proper cause
of all the varied universal scenes.
We think of men in myriad spaceport bars
telling the tales of planets far from view,
and alien beings with most human hearts.
Perhaps some girl will come, fresh in from Mars,
she'll bring fresh air, a sense of something new;
while into space another rocket darts.

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