Fun Poem: Spacekill by Robert Borski
Strange Horizons this week carries a short poem, "Spacekill" by Robert Borski.
Read it, it's fun, with a clever premise and cool images.
It assures you that you won't find anything much that's splatterable in space, warns you of the dangers of what you actually might find, cautions you to "keep your scrapeware activated"; and ends by recommending against a spacekill barbecue.
My favorite bit: "or even,/ heaven forfend,/ quantum medusae (a ramscoop of/ these and you/ can pretty much kiss your present/ timeline goodbye)."
Read it, it's fun, with a clever premise and cool images.
It assures you that you won't find anything much that's splatterable in space, warns you of the dangers of what you actually might find, cautions you to "keep your scrapeware activated"; and ends by recommending against a spacekill barbecue.
My favorite bit: "or even,/ heaven forfend,/ quantum medusae (a ramscoop of/ these and you/ can pretty much kiss your present/ timeline goodbye)."