>From a dune the Martians laid claim to,
the chronicles were written on the quiet call.
As they buried their feet in pyramids,
formulating mathematical configurations.
Meanwhile … down a tunnel,
the dark-haired girl who drank
from five silver chalices
had chosen to live in a slaughterhouse …
observing the madness of the gods.
She contacted an uprising for the western
American front to put a coup d’état in position,
where there once existed buildings
with barriers to protect from the hornets’ nest.
Maybe she could find out
who kicked it after all.
(a very drafty poem that needs some work)
The Girl Who Kicked the Hornets’ Nest: Stieg larrson
Slaughterhouse-Five: Kurt Vonnegut
The Martian Chronicles: Ray Bradbury
All Quiet on the Western Front: Erich Maria Remargue
Dune: Frank Herbert
American Gods: Neil Gaiman