Second Martian Eclogue
A paraklausithyron after Theocritus’ Idyll III, The Serenade
by Bertrand Cayzac
The Martian Eclogues are about TT Ray, Melly and all the working-class kids who grew up in agro-industrial counties on the Mexican border during the early days of space flight, millennia after Virgil sang the herdsman’s lore and some few generations after the last cowboy was seen taking shelter under a highway overpass as captured in Cormac Mc Carthy’s novel Cities of the Plain.
Most of them used to work hard for a meager wage, sometimes in the fields, sometimes in the mills, and they loved to rap a little during their spare time. But now food mass-production is undergoing a new brutal wave of consolidation, while investors are claiming the land to operate real-scale agro theme parks or luxury vintage eco systems. This time, innumerable jobless have no choice but to leave for the booming space colonies.
In this chant, a restless hothead goes up to an orbital space station to see his girl, Meryl-X. The X refers to the human enhancement class she belongs to. Alas, very much as in Theocritus’ serenade, Meryl-X’s air lock remains closed...
Hopping containers on space elevators, I’m gone a-chasing
Hi, sweetheart, won’t you beckon at the porthole to end my spacewalk?
Stole a fistful of cherries for you in this orchard where we toiled.
You heard me boasting in the live chat but you could’ve smelled a rat,
No boon in being a bee, being a bee wouldn’t do to get through
Hold it! I hear a blip, a sort of shrill chirp in my cold, cold suit.
The fair magnate of the corn belt, she felt in love for this peon,
Or will I fail, silent sphinx? Shall I have to take the lover’s leap?
Whatever happens, I will never return to the chores I hate,
Copyright © 2016 by Bertrand Cayzac