Exile

From the seeding of soil microbes
to the trigger of volcanoes
we terraform and warm exile.
Our bodies wake to new rhythms
of Martian seasons, blue shadows
and whirling dust devil danger.
For our new life is made of Mars.
It’s in the green cellwalls of plants
and the red blood of our bodies.
It is our new, mythic heaven
where God never walks, never broods
over the waters we’ve woken.
This is our brave new world, ours alone.

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