A Science Fiction date, back in the day
this was; March Twenty Fifteen. The future.
We have flying cars, telepathy and
people live on Mars. Grow very lofty.
Androids stalk the streets, rational godlings
keeping watch on crime, the world safe from harm.
Transporter beams translate us to the Moon
then soon to Jupiter and on beyond
the empty bible black between the stars,
nebulae so vast that light takes decades
to traverse these ginnels of gods long dead.
Unholy species hide in the corners.
We thought the danger would be lurking there
not in that dusty book behind Dad’s chair.