He thinks the complexities
of climate change
too gnarly to
change course
he’s set his sights
on settling another planet
spaffing mega bucks
to fire off rockets
some of which increased
his wealth – seeding satellites
in an unholy net across
the heavens
a net, he says, to give others
the power to learn
– the dream of making
it to the top like him
the power to aim weapons
but his finger is always
the one on the kill switch
if your aims don’t match his…
the power to fly uber-rich
to admire the blighted
but still beautiful Earth from
brief sub-orbital sojourns
he thinks himself above
the hoi polloi
spends his millions
to bend their votes
will his legacy be any more
than Ozymandias
half buried in the
desert sands of Mars?
© Andrew Wilson, 2026
Over at dVerse Poets Pub, lillian is hosting Live, OpenLinkNight, when we can post a poem of our choice – I wrote this for Akua Lezli hope’s Mini Speculative Poetry Book challenge…