Planet K2-18b
Scientists have found new but tentative
evidence that a faraway world orbiting
another star may be home to life.
– BBC news report
Warm interstellar oceans
cover the sub-Neptune
crust, cradling microbes,
rocking their watery crib.
Our rumored cousins are
eons away as our machine
stops, so Forster wrote;
even that won’t prevent the
coming of more microbes,
the higher power allowing
something new to do what
we older ones could not.
Though we left the gallows
of Nuremberg years ago
in books and nooks of
archives and classrooms,
we are Munch’s nameless
man screaming from his
bridge. We are Sumy and
Bucha, where blue and gold
flags dip low. We are men
in boxers made to bow
before the death of
due process. Democracy
was a fantasy, now truth
is born from the loudest
mic, and you too will
soon be rendered moot.
Such is the DNA of microbes
in warm oceans; mutations
lurking in the murky mud, our
last universal chance is found.
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I love this! Makes me think of Bradbury and Huxley, pondering life on other worlds and the future of the human race. I wonder what prose they’d write now about our precarious union?
Funny I was gonna say the same as Nora.
Deft weaving.
“something new to do what/
we older ones could not.”
is a soft feather that lands in the middle like a hammer.
What a great title! I love this part; “we are Munch’s nameless/man screaming.”
I just love this. You make the cosmic, sci-fi elements feel tangible and relatable. I agree with Coleman– such beauty with the weaving here. Yes!
The way you weave the discovery on K2-18b with our own violent, failing world is chilling and thought-provoking. I’m also really impressed by how well you use enjambment — the layout and line breaks pull the reader forward beautifully and add to the urgency.