Not a Daffodil in Sight
‘I wandered lonely,
as only a super-heated Martian space-cloud can;
Along with my fifty-seven thousand cloned ‘equivalents’;
I am certainly a lonely, little green Martian man.
Beside the molten lava lake;
beneath the erupting volcanoes of Sector 2,
I could see the home planet communication tendrils,
fluttering and dancing
In the cyber-cyclonic deep space breeze.’