Our heart was a wide open window
whenever we looked at you.
We wanted you to live forever
though we knew that we would not.
You were all light inside our darkness.
Our sun rolled round and loved you too–
love like a glistening tide, love
like silver in the morning sky
of all the days before without us
and all the days of afterwards.
Even though you left us
we could never let you go.
Alas the captain
the last late asteroid flies past
that swarm of clicking drives us.
Anything to save the herd. He says.
If the core overheats.
Bypass the vessel and all its vessel-like,
retrofit the avatars.
We do the future.
We made Mars.
Our ray guns light up
while the reptoids.
An enormous hole on deck five.
But our outfits more stylish than.
We are the partial humans,
We have names, we weld,
we meld, we hang out in wormholes
and hotels. We love tubed nutrients,
our plasma bomb.
we’re an underground.
Not lightning on the horizon.
antennae anomalies, warheads
and pranks, institutions
and airy boats the size of
dinosaurs blocking out.
Separated we guess
the other’s mind. The engineer
has moved the plate,
our window not a window
but a gate.