Intergalactic Colonizer

“History, is a nightmare from which I’m trying to awake.” -James Joyce A burnt blonde freckled white man stands in a white bathing suit With red raw blistering hands Stranded in an exotic archipelago Shipwrecked on a blinding white beach, for weeks Brain bleached From flying too close to some dying star The man sends stagnant radio waves through a useless gizmo Failing to transgress any sort of didactic message. He pitches a rusty red lawn chair into the land. Sitting, he exhales, and cracks a cold one, Settling his stinky toes into something else's sand Only to watch the sunset on humanity for the last time. Once his drink is finished and the ethereal light fades, He stakes a white flag attached to a big stick, Its point dripping with glowing green blood Afterwards, he retreats to the comfort of his newly apprehended man-cave