Hitchhiker's Plea

Scientists discovered what might be an ancient sea bed on Mars recently.

I want to hitch a ride to Mars,

Please NASA I can't pay for fuel

but I'll bring my own food. my own water

and I'll find someone to teach me how

to make air.

Please, you can leave me in 

the billion year dead sea.

I'll sift the bottom for ancient hearts

and perhaps find what killed them.

The 7 billion of us won't have 

to feel so alone.

Please, you won't have to bring me back  

I'll find bones and make sand waves 

to the ghosts of aliens

 who perhaps will teach me... Why?

and then,

I won't need home anymore.

What is left of me will finally know.

I'll stay 'til the moon stops crying.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

"Melancholic" s the word that comes to mind here. Particularly with the last line. Excellent poem Mark.

[Mark]

Thanks. Melancholic is a great word. :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

until the moon stops crying, how provocative, the moon, a dry desolate place that weeps at our ignorance as a planet, we know nothing of what orbits us, a great piece my love, I'll be thinking of it all night x

[Mark]

Thanks Thomas! Your praise makes me feel very good :)

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Well one hopes it's not just my praise that makes you feel good! lol x

[Mark]

LOL xo :P

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

xx lol xxx