The Color of Space
The Color of Space
His spaceship alit on a foreign word
deep in the midst of the outer space
Two moons gazing down devoid of all air
He put his mask on and walked down to the plank
Opened the door to retreat from the hull
He was there for a purpose
for diplomacy’s sake
To seek a new race and find a new place
In hopes he could trade as the Earth needed more
An avatar sought for the future of lore
The leader approached, his habiliment WHITE
a clean crisp collar and his face a pale GREEN
Exacting his speech with power and grace
I promise the cargo that you request
In the time it is due it will be our best
For our BLUE men will work as I command
To produce what you need or they’ll be replaced
And another blue man will fill in the space
To satisfy your monthly needs
He gazed at the workers bedraggled in sweat
Thier uniforms worn not a word from their lips
He considered his quest and returned to his ship
He removed his mask staring out of the hull
He pondered the planet that he will leave
An Alien world and the stigma remains
He grabbed a BLACK towel and wiped his BROWN face
Set course to return no more to explore
And boldly leave where he had been before
To boldly go where no poet has gone before Contest
Sponsored by The Seeker , August 31, 2016
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