Faring to Antares V
That is no fit country for habitation. The new
cities’ warring scars the ancient ground; whatever
rises and is born and dies is buried there.
There the dying generations are born new;
we are the first to hallow the soil with blood.
We had found the worlds pure of strife
and brought with us what is worst of Terra,
the gun and bomb and heart set against heart.
Yet what is a youth if not a traveler?
I hung like a tattered coat upon a stick
on Terra, holding to her as a babe to its mother;
there is no school for me but the school of space,
the quick draw of a gun, the combat of ship and ship,
the dancers in the storm-rent deep red sky.
And therefore have I braved the skies and come
to the great domèd cities of Antares V.
O people of this world, O thoughtless warriors,
make me one of you, accept me in your sodality,
a siblinghood of fierce wolves and tigers;
burn from my mind the thoughts that hinder me,
consume my heart away till it is but a cinder,
make my hands as iron and my heart as steel;
gather me into the moment as it passes; let me
act without the consultation of my mind and heart.
Once I am taken I shall never miss
the conflict of my warring thoughts that strike
like flint and steel; I shall be a single thing,
a weapon like a gun, a thrusting like the launch
of the rocket that I travel on, sharp as the line
that severs day from night, and strong as the wind
of this new shining world; nor will I take any thought
of what is past, or passing, or to come.