sw00766a-one.scifi1976sonnet

[ Note 1:  Below is a sonnet I wrote in 1976.
                I am one-quarter British, and I now  
                think it best/ to read it deliberately
                with an upper-crust British accent
                in a heavily-whispered supercilious tone. ]

[ Note 2:  Why?  Andromeda is a galaxy which is
                in time/ expected to devour our Milky Way
                galaxy, and "Starships to Andromeda" depicts
                Earthlings as an evil Borg-like super-race.  As
                such, its final two lines are its most difficult;
                and, if enunciated properly, its most acrid. ]

[ Note 3:  I copied and pasted it from sw00036usabys,
                which is from my 1976: in 2006; and can be
                found in the archives in November of 2006. ]

[ Note 4:  On this Saturday, August 2, 2008,
                I changed the title of my sonnet opus
                to 1976 Today. ] 




March: Year-day 74

Starships to Andromeda.  Warps of time.
Wherever there is emptiness, we fill
and fill.  Even black holes will learn the chill
of our intrusions.  Creatures/ so sublime,
we suck a planet dead with such deft tongues,
swarming through its airs, it's hardly awake
by the hour we've swallowed enough to slake
the top of our thirst, collapsing its lungs.

"Bless us" we ask an eternalized God
to bolster our mad insecurity,
the fuel of our power, the reason no
sensible reason is needed to prod
our devastations of this deep orbed sea,
this Eden of the fish of fiery snow.




-
Brian A. J. Salchert