ELIOSE DAVIS
Commended - 2023 Tower Poetry Competition, 'The Planets'
Mars
Here you come, man —
Liftoff,
sheathed in a towering
ship of the light and the lyre:
A contraption of plastic and metal
that punctures the sky.
You watch as a comet tears by,
a glimmer
of ice, flint,
stone splinters,
trailing streaks like the simmering dawn,
Splitting darkness with fire.
I know you, man —
You’re the one with the button-up coat
and the car,
with your whiff of entitlement,
Eau de Cigar,
starched paper,
caviar,
drawl thickened with oil and tar.
When you gaze on the stars there are nettles
that glint in your eye.
You’ll never be settled,
Unsatiated.
You have to go
Where No Man Has Gone Before.
You want me
populated.
So here you come, man —
Pointing your paper-plane ships
at the bringer of war.