The Americans sent people to the Moon,
the Chinese fire the engines of their rockets now,
while the Russians take a break
to draft the plans for a family resort on Mars,
later on who knows whose turn is
to challenge the infinity of space?
Moon has become a favorite travel destination
for the almighty.
People make movies about people
travelling at light speed
through the sparse fabric of the universe,
through its defiled galaxies,
passing by the smaller stars like insignificant train stations
where nobody gets off, nobody gets on,
and when they encounter other forms of life,
the alien species,
they look disappointingly rough and rude,
and they’re ruthless and beastly,
some drink human blood and eat human flesh,
even if they are far more technologically advanced
and they don’t need buttons and dashboards on their machines,
they command them with thoughts
and with feelings,
while we, the old plain humans,
still remain the most accomplished race
in the universe,
the all six rolling evolution dice,
the supreme example of morality, wisdom and courage
in the Universe jungle,
the Romans of the outer space
The only thing, folks,
is that we’re organically chained to this huge carbon pot
called Earth,
we need to much sleep,
we need to eat cooked animal flesh,
we need to breathe the air exhaled by trees,
and we live the short lives
of the prairies rodents.
We’re just another form of grass,
of tree,
of fish,
of fly,
we’re just carbon and water
in a soup of carbon and water
that needs to remain in the crock,
and not spill through the space
We’re designed to live our lives
travelling light, travelling close
Inside the wonderful garden punctured with the waterfalls
of life and death,
inside and outside of us
We won’t ever reach another galaxy
but only with our thoughts.
Some say we’re doomed
to stay chained to our heaven,
to be forbidden to travel
to hell.
I say:
What’s wrong with that?
