Mar 2018
Ian Kennedy and Pavle Pavlović
As Sol the Rouge begins to rise,
it warms Eve’s heart, but Downs her eyes.
A dusty halo round the flame
will touch the dunes and dawn proclaim,
as distant dusty storms reflect
on Eve’s dry eye and her deject.
To get up now it is her task –
No more in Sol-light can she bask.
You must recall: it was Eve’s Gran
who went to Mars to start a clan.
From little pool Eve chose her Buzz
and paired with him, who was her cuzz.
Through porthole now Eve sees no wood,
nor earthy ground for motherhood.
With hasty zeal space courier flies;
A sandy landing ’fore her eyes.
So, as the dawn of morn is broke,
our Eve then hops, with grace unspoke,
goes out of base to Lander Stop
to fetch the parcel she does hop.
Her ‘FedEx’ was by Earth prepaid,
and on this day had come her AID,
by careful voyage, with prosp’rous end,
the ***** arrived that Earth did send!
Low-G and man-made air do need
the seed to make a better breed.
Incestuously is not a scheme:
a gene pool needs a brand new stream.
We want no feeble Mars-strain seed,
So A.I.Dee is for the deed.
From Earth doth come the flow of genes
as bottled stuff – you know the means!
To make the Martians extra strong
The Earth Decreed all inbreeds wrong:
All ***** from Earth-bound men must come.
Through outer space it must have swum!
In DNA do secrets lie,
tho’ some do think that fated sky
will give them scope to freely screen
the final flux of wanted gene.
“I’m not at ease, but lurk and look –
I peer at pack from Earthly nook.
Where linger ye, my family lift
to proffer me some needed gift
of fruit or nuts and comfort care?
The time is right to use what’s there?
No creature comfort do I need.
My friends, I’m ready for some seed!”
“My boy must have my Buzz’s face,
and then our girl should have his grace.
A pigeon pair with rusty hair,
and maybe also one as spare.
We want his freckles on each cheek,
that all who pass-by touch and tweak.
Buzz wants them looking just like he
yet also really be like me!”
The season’s winds bring rain and freeze
and stirs up dust with just a breeze.
And when Sol’s power does make it soar,
the wind behind rolls more before.
If’s no heat from sunless sky,
with daylight gone, the storm does die.
Unlike her feelings which grow strong,
uprooting thoughts of what is wrong.
The storm now sounds like raging ire,
and echoes of her inner fire.
As sand blocks Sol for just a while,
it’s just so long that she’s fertile.
With redhead Buzz she wants to splurge.
To break Decree she now has urge.
“I need a gravid tum, now mine’s too thin!
A child by him: I need to sin?”
To lock herself to Earthly Kit
and shrug off worry just a bit?
But she recalls her lover’s eyes
as endless hormones swell and rise.
“Here is The Kit for you to use”.
“I do detest! I do refuse!
Then fast it dawned on me.” – she smiled –
“I’ll flip the way to have my child.”
“ So at a juncture here I stand,
with earthy Kit in my right hand.
Now let me throw it out as trash,
and see Kit burn to light gray ash!
For we are first to break Decree.
Oh gosh, it’s us! My god, it’s me!
On Mars it is a primal crime!
’Hind bars might we be held to time?”
Unlike the Martian pioneer race,
they can no longer pick their place.
Air in the base is made for breath,
for outer air is instant death.
So Eve and Buzz are in the can.
And who’s to blame? It was their gran!
The Space Base is completely jail!
(Nor could they ever raise some bail.)
As red sky flares in real turn
then Earth’s old rules do curl and burn.
While sky does grow in ****** glow
Her love for Buzz will drive the flow.
“’Tis I, the bandit, burned The Kit,
with Buzz my man! To Earth: ‘Go flit!’
Like clarion storm I’ll shout, Rejoice!
and fiercely punch the air with voice.”
“This is the daybreak of my life!
Tonight I really will be wife.
I know this is my true found right –
No more for me, moist tears at night.
Instead, I spread some happy joy
towards my big and beaming ‘boy’.
O, Oh! how happy we are free,
just jestful, zestful, Buzz and me!"
Next E-mail from the Earth appears,
and has our happy pair roll tears.
“A flaw was found in chromosome
On all accounts must ***** succumb”!
“My heart confirms that right’s my choice:
oh, come with me, let us rejoice!
Today Mars broke the Earth’s Decree
Last night we loved in our low-G!”
Next Sol does rise – Eve’s hopes do too,
as thoughts begin for Martian coup.
“Can women have new Martian Law
to stop the rules that have a flaw?”
“The Laws of Eve on Mars now reign
and Earth does not its Laws ordain.
From Earth it is today we deign
that laws of Earth and Mars are twain.”
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Legal opinion: Eve's love-making was incestuous in two ways as it 1) involved having excessive intimacy in one third gravity 2) was with Buzz, her third generation cousin, which was against the reigning Earth Rule. (She escaped sanctions by going on to found the Martian Unilateral Declaration of Independence!)
As Sol the Rouge begins to rise,
it warms Eve’s heart, but Downs her eyes.
A dusty halo round the flame
will touch the dunes and dawn proclaim,
as distant dusty storms reflect
on Eve’s dry eye and her deject.
To get up now it is her task –
No more in Sol-light can she bask.
You must recall: it was Eve’s Gran
who went to Mars to start a clan.
From little pool Eve chose her Buzz
and paired with him, who was her cuzz.
Through porthole now Eve sees no wood,
nor earthy ground for motherhood.
With hasty zeal space courier flies;
A sandy landing ’fore her eyes.
So, as the dawn of morn is broke,
our Eve then hops, with grace unspoke,
goes out of base to Lander Stop
to fetch the parcel she does hop.
Her ‘FedEx’ was by Earth prepaid,
and on this day had come her AID,
by careful voyage, with prosp’rous end,
the ***** arrived that Earth did send!
Low-G and man-made air do need
the seed to make a better breed.
Incestuously is not a scheme:
a gene pool needs a brand new stream.
We want no feeble Mars-strain seed,
So A.I.Dee is for the deed.
From Earth doth come the flow of genes
as bottled stuff – you know the means!
To make the Martians extra strong
The Earth Decreed all inbreeds wrong:
All ***** from Earth-bound men must come.
Through outer space it must have swum!
In DNA do secrets lie,
tho’ some do think that fated sky
will give them scope to freely screen
the final flux of wanted gene.
“I’m not at ease, but lurk and look –
I peer at pack from Earthly nook.
Where linger ye, my family lift
to proffer me some needed gift
of fruit or nuts and comfort care?
The time is right to use what’s there?
No creature comfort do I need.
My friends, I’m ready for some seed!”
“My boy must have my Buzz’s face,
and then our girl should have his grace.
A pigeon pair with rusty hair,
and maybe also one as spare.
We want his freckles on each cheek,
that all who pass-by touch and tweak.
Buzz wants them looking just like he
yet also really be like me!”
The season’s winds bring rain and freeze
and stirs up dust with just a breeze.
And when Sol’s power does make it soar,
the wind behind rolls more before.
If’s no heat from sunless sky,
with daylight gone, the storm does die.
Unlike her feelings which grow strong,
uprooting thoughts of what is wrong.
The storm now sounds like raging ire,
and echoes of her inner fire.
As sand blocks Sol for just a while,
it’s just so long that she’s fertile.
With redhead Buzz she wants to splurge.
To break Decree she now has urge.
“I need a gravid tum, now mine’s too thin!
A child by him: I need to sin?”
To lock herself to Earthly Kit
and shrug off worry just a bit?
But she recalls her lover’s eyes
as endless hormones swell and rise.
“Here is The Kit for you to use”.
“I do detest! I do refuse!
Then fast it dawned on me.” – she smiled –
“I’ll flip the way to have my child.”
“ So at a juncture here I stand,
with earthy Kit in my right hand.
Now let me throw it out as trash,
and see Kit burn to light gray ash!
For we are first to break Decree.
Oh gosh, it’s us! My god, it’s me!
On Mars it is a primal crime!
’Hind bars might we be held to time?”
Unlike the Martian pioneer race,
they can no longer pick their place.
Air in the base is made for breath,
for outer air is instant death.
So Eve and Buzz are in the can.
And who’s to blame? It was their gran!
The Space Base is completely jail!
(Nor could they ever raise some bail.)
As red sky flares in real turn
then Earth’s old rules do curl and burn.
While sky does grow in ****** glow
Her love for Buzz will drive the flow.
“’Tis I, the bandit, burned The Kit,
with Buzz my man! To Earth: ‘Go flit!’
Like clarion storm I’ll shout, Rejoice!
and fiercely punch the air with voice.”
“This is the daybreak of my life!
Tonight I really will be wife.
I know this is my true found right –
No more for me, moist tears at night.
Instead, I spread some happy joy
towards my big and beaming ‘boy’.
O, Oh! how happy we are free,
just jestful, zestful, Buzz and me!"
Next E-mail from the Earth appears,
and has our happy pair roll tears.
“A flaw was found in chromosome
On all accounts must ***** succumb”!
“My heart confirms that right’s my choice:
oh, come with me, let us rejoice!
Today Mars broke the Earth’s Decree
Last night we loved in our low-G!”
Next Sol does rise – Eve’s hopes do too,
as thoughts begin for Martian coup.
“Can women have new Martian Law
to stop the rules that have a flaw?”
“The Laws of Eve on Mars now reign
and Earth does not its Laws ordain.
From Earth it is today we deign
that laws of Earth and Mars are twain.”
-----------------
Legal opinion: Eve's love-making was incestuous in two ways as it 1) involved having excessive intimacy in one third gravity 2) was with Buzz, her third generation cousin, which was against the reigning Earth Rule. (She escaped sanctions by going on to found the Martian Unilateral Declaration of Independence!)
This is unique co-poetry was written with Pavle Pavlović.
