Poetry:
Cadnum, Michael
Michael Cadnum The Martian Landscape The curry powder slope lifts, fulls. The sky is rust, the field scattered with slones. It is day. and each stone spills a second stone of shadow. How little il...
...It needs nothing...
...So full we cannot rest...
...Pictures in a book easily put back on the shell...
...Our lives are lull, we think...
...How little il seems to need to be beautiful...
...But it is the truth: a world can be empty...
...bending and straightening...
...People arc air and water, and this place, with neither...
...is where no one has ever died...
...Like triumph...
...Not even unloving...
...The lander casts u shadow, too...
...We know nothing.ing...
...Rinpty of pretense...
Vol. 117 • April 1990 • No. 7
