The New Space Race
Kaye Moore
I saw it on the TV last night:
they built their towers of dollar bills in the sand,
took a joyride into space,
rocketed into the stratosphere,
and watched the world grow small
beneath their weightless feet.
They came back down to Earth and
popped a cork for one small step
for the billionaires,
and one giant leap for nobody,
while the rest of us march on
amidst empty store shelves and
hospitals filled with dying faces.
Houston, we have a problem!
The world is collapsing around us—
do you copy?
Can anyone read us?
Their towers stand unmoved by our pleas,
colossal monuments in the sand which lies
boundless and bare.
And above, their contrails stretch far away.
Contributor's Note
Kaye Moore writes poetry and slipstream fiction. She always strives to sprinkle just enough “aboutness” into her work. When she is not writing or providing technical support to her family, she enjoys playing video games and creating digital art. She would like to thank her friends, family, professors, the buildings on campus, and Douglas Adams for their inspiration.
