Reporting back. Civilization results
from the procedure on the unmarked frontier.
A baffling hypothesis of rotund spires
supported by buttress sands.
Now ascend to glory and machination,
prepped and figured and airtight bound
to that proven fortress on another world.
The blessings of sponsors go with you.
But the only greeting is the lament
on the wind-ruptured plains of Mars.
From interminable gusts the red sand pressed
into glass howls with each passing year.