Astroturf
a sun sent heat growth comes gently
warnings of warmth hardly noticed
not by any act of man but all natural
she prepares metamorphosis in quiet
like poorly dubbed Godzilla films
watching an eight minute delay
with a red shift she swallows those around
bounding great grasshoppers man leaps away
home worlds made for those left alive
searches for second suns are vain
it requires too much for survival
a trip far too distant with ships too slow
our system becomes desolate
as our mother cools down we thin
with hope man may attempt growing grasses
but we are simply planting astroturf
the most unforgiving winter
will freeze remaining humankind
just as she gave us life she takes it back
her layers spread as dissipating smoke
only a gaseous ghost will stand
man is forgotten in the fog
all hope will lie in shots out in the dark
technologic prayers sent out too the deaf
out in the hollows are spacemen
left watering the astroturf
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