Last Gleaming by Herb Kauderer

Last Gleaming
Herb Kauderer

Blue green fields of man
background the gleaming hammer
of Spacelane Robber Barons
who keep striking at the heart
of the cosmic retailing center.

Economies of distant dying planets
exhausting raw materials
emit last gasps that blur the echo
of that swift stroke.

Expansion continues
and new fields grow
with an abandon not often seen
as newcomers line-up
and wait for their turn
to be exploited in exchange
for a small chance to win
the economic lottery.

Growth nourishes growth
nourishes death
nourishes change.
And always there is the waiting


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