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