The Red Planet
Pyramids are scattered
in a flat plane,
as red dust blows
once in a while.
For millennia,
we have read stories
of "flying fortresses"
or vimanas to Hindus,
"flying shields" to Alexander
the Great,
and "flying eggs" to the Dogon
The distant travelers
were revered as gods from the stars;
gods who know us very well;
gods who are us a million years from now....
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