Here is the first part of an 'eco' poem series that I'm developing:
Helium
Ver-Million was almost there
His journey to the new planet
Swallowed two hundred Neptune months
Excitement crackled everywhere
No more will toxins be brutal
Pesticides even degrade well
In pretend soil that is cared for
All the rain there remains neutral
Departing the solar system
Was a dream and a conundrum
Packing his admiralty-brass
Suit was, of course, supreme wisdom
For helium boils at this place
Heating the planet’s atmosphere
Stardrifter prepared to descend
Then, tonnes of tungsten fell at pace
Into Magnus 8’s crucible
This constellation’s enigma
Murders the odds of survival
The fall was irreducible
Ver-Million was dweller one
Colonist and the forerunner
Others would land later, aiming
To bathe in the afternoon sun
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