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"What mighty interstellar force could set or bear
the bowls and loving cups you number there?"

---Ruth St. Geneva (Willard, OH),

"Small Planets Entice Conquerors And Sportsfolk"

Some peoples burn their dead, and scatter ashes.
One people crushes theirs, and from the mashes
make beverages of wild intoxication.
Another stores theirs in a huge space station
(one of a fleet) immersed to saturation
in the home-brew of some refridgerant.
We are just as respectful of our dead;
respect for them, and joyous games we want.
As soon as the last throe has passed, we shred
the flesh into minutest particles
gathered into sustainting vesicles;
and, thus contained, are given transportation,
and then distributed by forced ejection
into the chosen planet's atmosphere,
which will distribute them as an infection
upon each species there.  As this plague thrives,
lethal mutations will confound the lives
of everything.  Now,  this small planet, here,
blue, third in order from its yellow sun:
its distribution vectoring is done.
And when life there reaches end-stopped conclusion,
we use our new, final cleansing solution
(it has a universal application
that wipes off every trace of local grime;
this, licensed advertisers are extolling;
they broadcast new commercials every day).
Then over wide plains, high hills, and low valleys
we will construct the usual pins and alleys---
for this year's tournaments in cosmic bowling.

Starward

[jlc]