Outer Space
BY LIONEL WIGGAM
I could have told them what they’d find on Mars,
Having inhabited the place since birth:
Another unmysterious, lunar lump,
Another Earth,
With all those delicate scrawls disclosed as Jersey,
That pale and promising patch resolved to Rye,
Those lyrical canals, routes 1 and 7,
The lower forms they longed for, I.
Having inhabited the place since birth:
Another unmysterious, lunar lump,
Another Earth,
With all those delicate scrawls disclosed as Jersey,
That pale and promising patch resolved to Rye,
Those lyrical canals, routes 1 and 7,
The lower forms they longed for, I.