It’s lonely here, red deserts of rust,
I want help, for someone to come to my rescue,
With dune buggies, camels,
Fit for two,
They will find lone mattress in dust;
Me forever defenseless,
Observing,
Can’t tell what stains are dirt from what stains are blood.
Mars gave me formidable armor,
It won’t stop the sand from seeping into my clothes,
Filling my eyes, mouth,
The holes that let me breathe.
Even as the armor calms the war,
It melts and I know
It was in my lungs the whole time, still I am far from life.