. Spiders in spacesuits

Spiders in Spacesuits

Now no one cares about the Moon
It costs too much to go back there
Itfs grey and cold and dusty too
And not much fun, and therefs no air

But if not men, then letfs send beasts
Technology is ripe for that
With mini-spaceships blasting off
A fit for any water rat

Therefs room for countless insects clad
in gossamer-thin Kevlar suits
with built-in visors, heaters too
and nanotech designer boots

With feeding stations here and there
And telecom by wireless
A scuttling menagerie
Assiduous and tireless

Their waste transforms the dusty plains
to fertile pastures fit for kings
While spiders in their spacesuits wait
for flies with magic vacuum wings

© Oliver Wright

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