Skinny Dipping with Martians
A poem in prose by Christiaan Angelo Pasquale
I aspire to nothing, I write. That's what I do and what I am.
Really enjoyed this — it has fantastic atmosphere and builds the image of these workers so well. What you've captured is a progressively depressing existence for these men. And I say "existence" because I can't call it a "life" as such: there's a hopelessness to it.
Love the imagery of the Birds of Prey too. I know they must be there to chase the Rabbits et al like the men did.....but by the end, if I might be so grim...it's like they are waiting for the men to die.
I've read over it a few times. Really interesting.
Are there any more instalments or is this a stand alone piece?