A toast to the Class of 2065! “We’re the class that’s best alive!” Ten days later, the twins are soaring high, on the way to their dream jobs!
Earth is too mundane for them. The Mars community, established well before their time, is their diamond in the sky. Humanity took control. Developed it far beyond its earliest days of desolation. Developed it to suit its needs and its every desire. It is the most exciting planet left in the New World.
Their pod’s instruments indicate arrival. But there is no Mars. They only see fragments of matter floating in space. No neon lights. No movement.
Exploitation? Misuse? Only rumors. Right? But where is Mars? How could it disappear? Where are the people? Who can utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened? Invaded, expended, the planet had simply had enough. Humans be damned.
Written for Prosery Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. However, today we’re expected to create a piece of fiction of 144 words that includes a particular line of poetry, provided by the pub host.
Sanaa is our host today and asks us to include the line “Who can utter the poignance of all that is constantly threatened, invaded, expended” from the poem In California: Morning, Evening, Late January by Denise Levertov.
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