Poetry Pleases: Dream Prophecy
From a wet and dark Earth Caroline Glyn dreams of space.
On an asphalt flat I lie
With a raindrop in my eye
Watching rockets as they fly;
While on the artificial moon
Which will be deserted soon
Space-Things march and Earth-men swoon;
Here on Earth it is wet and dark
And puddles shine in the muddy car-park;
Somewhere a dog begins to bark.
Veiled by satellites flaring by
The real Moon glares, with half an eye
At man's conquest of the sky.
A conquest that began last June
When they built the artificial moon,
Where Space-Things march and Earth-men swoon;
But alone in the icy rain I lie,
Watching rockets soaring high
Breaking the sheen of the gossamer sky.
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