You should have seen us, Victoria!
Out there on those hills no man should ever tread;
On the freezing sands beneath that burning sun…
Lord God! You should have seen us then, Victoria
When I needed you.
With the blood still drying fresh upon our wounds,
We met each day with blind hope and faith
Because it was all we had.
By night, we slept beneath the open stars,
Or in the shelter of the wounded rocks
When the radiation counter registered less than we already had;
On the third day we threw it away.
And by day, Victoria
Which cut into our feet, tearing our boots to ribbons –
We left Johnny by the big rock
In the middle of the glassy plain;
He said he was happy there, and we should leave him.
On the fifth night, we met a rainstorm.
That was what killed us, Victoria.
Not your tearing sand or your bug-eyed radiation,
Or even your freezing Martian night –
But the acid rain, which found us without shelter.
Tell them we tried, Victoria
Tell them we tried…
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