Descendant

Descendant ten million days from home
Following the signal of the long-dead
The Vanished, who's time ran out

Descendant of the Pilot
Eve of the ten million days
Only a hundred vials, daughters all self-impregnated by miniature Adams

The one descendant finds the Lost Tribe of the Vanished
Now barely literate, they soon learned to read the old letters
And the new

Descendant,aged but still young
Herself childless but so many siblings
Now themselves landlord-tenants of a dozen stars

Descendant sends the signal
"We are here"
That shines for a hundred million nights

Then makes the long way back
To the Old Place
The Homestead

[note ten to power seven days equals 28,000ish years]

Democracy

Democracy
Terror
State
Makes dictators of us all

(10.8.2010)