barsoom

waves glow at night
they remind me
this used to be an alien world

the tiny crabs
make slight drawings in the sand
extended dissertations
in long forgotten tongues
they remind me
this used to be an alien world

i'm all alone here
but i can look out, maybe
and guide you from your wherever-you-are
across the broken highways and the void to my red wilderness

my barsoom

where the flourescent waves remind me
this used to be
an alien world.