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๐—ง๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—–๐—ผ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐˜†

๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜‘๐˜ฐ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฏ ๐˜Ž๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜บ



The dream dies on arrival.

For itโ€™s reality that awaits the colonists.

The pioneering spirit is lost in bureaucracy,

in neighbors squabbling over property rights,

or the damage one kidโ€™s pet gogabber

did to anotherโ€™s garden bed.


Construction workers go on strike.

The roads are laced with potholes.

The air is thin and logistic issues

have delayed the transport of oxygen cylinders.

Politicians on Earth throw up their hands.

Nothing they can do to help the situation.

Politicians on the new planet

utilize their hands for fist fights in the council chamber.

Any thoughts of paradise

are gutted by everything from contract overruns

to unfriendly weather

to pushy locals with trinkets to sell.

The land is too rocky for agriculture.

Imports are expensive.

The beer is tasteless

And the drinking waterโ€™s dire.


Where theyโ€™ve come to

is a sad echo of what theyโ€™ve left behind.

There can be no future

when the past is still happening.




John Grey is an Australian poet residing in the US. His work has recently been published in Orbis, Dalhousie Review, and Connecticut River Review. Latest books, Leaves On Pages and Memory Outside The Head, are available through Amazon.



Speculative fiction & POETRY ZINE
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