A poem about the Curiosity rover detecting a methane burp – a possible indication of life – on Mars:
A methane burp
A gaseous gurgle
A bacterial belch of life suggestion
Surfacing from Mars’ digestion
No little green men
No Clangers, no Borg
No rich man, no poor man struggling ‘neath that rose sky
No sign of a lawman beating up the wrong guy
A red planet
Not a scorched earth
If the burp signals life, I hope they don’t blow it
I hope this is life, Jim – but not as we know it
