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December 23, 2009

Planet of Ten-Foot Women

[Eos is tall.]


On the planet of ten-foot women, nervous little men
Flash smiles of baleen. The planet's atmosphere
Is thickening. One must wear protective gear
At sea level. Communes are built in the highlands. Ten
Continents have people. A war was raging when
We arrived, its viciousness expressed in fear
Of public ridicule. Aggressive kindness, clear
Language -- "Are you well, my darling friend?" --
Sly breakfast putdowns (since First Contact the planet has
Had bagels) were the only weapons we saw deployed.
All sides seem to have won. The natives did not greet
Us hostilely, but are standoffish. Our signal was
Sent long ago, but will take so long to cross the void,
You will think we meant: women with ten feet.




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