Another piece of creativity that grew out of boredom and some random influences on the web, in this instance a combination of
discussion about the lack of inclusivity of women, people of color, handicapped people, etc., in mainstream SF, and also an entirely
unrelated complaint on a slush-editor's livejournal about the quality of most science fiction poetry. --S
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This Is A Science-Fiction Poem
by Suzanne Palmer
(all rights reserved)
This is a science-fiction poem
Lo, there is a rocket! And I shall describe the rocket!
It is long, and very big, and goes both whoosh and boom,
and makes me feel all manly when I watch it go.
It is firmly made, with a red tip and thrusters,
And little men inside to take our ideas to the stars,
That great womb of space we long to fill.
This is a science-fiction poem.
Hey, there are aliens! And I shall describe the aliens!
They are tall and too skinny, like Paris runway models,
and green with weird ears and nefarious, unknown goals.
I can tell they are evil because they are a different color,
Though I mean that only to apply to things in space,
And not people -- no, I don't mean people at all.
This is a science-fiction poem.
Oh, there's a black hole! And I shall describe the black hole!
It sucks everything in and crushes it relentlessly,
Which somehow must be a transcendent experience.
We are told that not even light can escape, but data can --
Or so said that popular physicist Hawking,
Who is very smart for a guy in a wheelchair.
This is a science-fiction poem.
Oh, there's a vampire! And I shall describe the vampire!
He's all sparkly and--
--damn it, no! This is a science-fiction poem.
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