terminal winter
space unfolds
but you are gone
her father’s daughter:
green hair and a tendency
to stare at the sun
light splits the heavens
the world is, as long foretold,
taken by surprise
ebony fronds wave
in the cool gliesean breeze
death’s domain is here
he transforms the code
into synaptic patterns
galatea wakes
they proudly show off
their graphenic computers
how quaint these humans
the reptile riders
respond with stolid silence
their beasts laugh at us
green wafers and tea
matronly apes giggle at
the latest scandal