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The
rockets
set
the
bony
meadows
afire
,
turned
rock
to
lava
,
turned
wood
to
charcoal
,
transmitted
water
to
steam
,
made
sand
and
silica
into
green
glass
which
lay
like
shattered
mirrors
reflecting
the
invasion
,
all
about
.
The
rockets
came
like
drums
,
beating
in
the
night
.
The
rockets
came
like
locusts
,
swarming
and
settling
in
blooms
of
rosy
smoke
.
And
from
the
rockets
ran
men
with
hammers
in
their
hands
to
beat
the
strange
world
into
a
shape
that
was
familiar
to
the
eye
,
to
bludgeon
away
all
the
strangeness
,
their
mouths
fringed
with
nails
so
they
resembled
steel
-
toothed
carnivores
,
spitting
them
into
their
swift
hands
as
they
hammered
up
frame
cottages
and
scuttled
over
roofs
with
shingles
to
blot
out
the
eerie
stars
,
and
fit
green
shades
to
pull
against
the
night
.
And
when
the
carpenters
had
hurried
on
,
the
women
came
in
with
flowerpots
and
chintz
and
pans
and
set
up
a
kitchen
clamor
to
cover
the
silence
that
Mars
made
waiting
outside
the
door
and
the
shaded
window
.
In
six
months
a
dozen
small
towns
had
been
laid
down
upon
the
naked
planet
,
filled
with
sizzling
neon
tubes
and
yellow
electric
bulbs
.
In
all
,
some
ninety
thousand
people
came
to
Mars
,
and
more
,
on
Earth
,
were
packing
their
grips
…
Before
going
up
into
the
blue
hills
,
Tomas
Gomez
stopped
for
gasoline
at
the
lonely
station
.
"
Kind
of
alone
out
here
,
aren
’
t
you
,
Pop
?
"
said
Tomas
.
The
old
man
wiped
off
the
windshield
of
the
small
truck
.
"
Not
bad
.
"
"
How
do
you
like
Mars
,
Pop
?
"
"
Fine
.
Always
something
new
.
I
made
up
my
mind
when
I
came
here
last
year
I
wouldn
’
t
expect
nothing
,
nor
ask
nothing
,
nor
be
surprised
at
nothing
.
We
’
ve
got
to
forget
Earth
and
how
things
were
.
We
’
ve
got
to
look
at
what
we
’
re
in
here
,
and
how
different
it
is
.
I
get
a
hell
of
a
lot
of
fun
out
of
just
the
weather
here
.
It
’
s
Martian
weather
.
Hot
as
hell
daytimes
,
cold
as
hell
nights
.
I
get
a
big
kick
out
of
the
different
flowers
and
different
rain
.
I
came
to
Mars
to
retire
and
I
wanted
to
retire
in
a
place
where
everything
is
different
.
An
old
man
needs
to
have
things
different
.
Young
people
don
’
t
want
to
talk
to
him
,
other
old
people
bore
hell
out
of
him
.
So
I
thought
the
best
thing
for
me
is
a
place
so
different
that
all
you
got
to
do
is
open
your
eyes
and
you
’
re
entertained
.
I
got
this
gas
station
.
If
business
picks
up
too
much
,
I
’
ll
move
on
back
to
some
other
old
highway
that
’
s
not
so
busy
,
where
I
can
earn
just
enough
to
live
on
and
still
have
time
to
feel
the
different
things
here
.
"
"
You
got
the
right
idea
,
Pop
,
"
said
Tomas
,
his
brown
hands
idly
on
the
wheel
.
He
was
feeling
good
.
He
had
been
working
in
one
of
the
new
colonies
for
ten
days
straight
and
now
he
had
two
days
off
and
was
on
his
way
to
a
party
.
"
I
’
m
not
surprised
at
anything
any
more
,
"
said
the
old
man
.
"
I
’
m
just
looking
.
I
’
m
just
experiencing
.
If
you
can
’
t
take
Mars
for
what
she
is
,
you
might
as
well
go
back
to
Earth
.
Everything
’
s
crazy
up
here
,
the
soil
,
the
air
,
the
canals
,
the
natives
(
I
never
saw
any
yet
,
but
I
hear
they
’
re
around
)
,
the
clocks
.
Even
my
clock
acts
funny
.
Even
time
is
crazy
up
here
.
Sometimes
I
feel
I
’
m
here
all
by
myself
,
no
one
else
on
the
whole
damn
planet
.
I
’
d
take
bets
on
it
.
Sometimes
I
feel
about
eight
years
old
,
my
body
squeezed
up
and
everything
else
tall
.
Jesus
,
it
’
s
just
the
place
for
an
old
man
.
Keeps
me
alert
and
keeps
me
happy
.
You
know
what
Mars
is
?
It
’
s
like
a
thing
I
got
for
Christmas
seventy
years
ago
—
don
’
t
know
if
you
ever
had
one
—
they
called
them
kaleidoscopes
,
bits
of
crystal
and
cloth
and
beads
and
pretty
junk
.
You
held
it
up
to
the
sunlight
and
looked
in
through
at
it
,
and
it
took
your
breath
away
.
All
the
patterns
!
Well
,
that
’
s
Mars
.
Enjoy
it
.
Don
’
t
ask
it
to
be
nothing
else
but
what
it
is
.
Jesus
,
you
know
that
highway
right
there
,
built
by
the
Martians
,
is
over
sixteen
centuries
old
and
still
in
good
condition
?
That
’
s
one
dollar
and
fifty
cents
,
thanks
and
good
night
.
"
