Strange Planet

Why do you fear death when
you’ve done it so many times?
It was new once, and it scared you:
An awful boom and tingling sensation
up your spine. Lights dimmed,
an explosion of impossible colors;
tastes like metal and smells of wood
leave you breathless.

You wake up on a strange planet:
red moons and amber clay.
You ask, “Why does it have to be this way?”

A baritone voice tells you sternly,
"You’re a little nothing, and you’re not the
one who’s allowed to ask questions."