Here

by primeideal

Summary:

Cordelia has some questions about her new homeworld.

Notes:

• For hamsterwoman.

Twisted and small, they tore you from my womb here.
Who was I to pledge that I'd make my tomb here?

Rows of ostentatious uniformity.
Each boy with a cap wants to wear a plume here.

Conspiracies and tunnels are buried deep.
What secrets might the unwitting exhume here?

The oxygen is rich, free for the taking.
I closed my eyes and saw the clouds mushroom here.

Anyone can wield a swordstick or spaceship.
Who has the patience to weave on a loom here?

Mounts kick and bite, are soothed by senseless jargon.
I'm muter than the humblest stable groom here.

We've miles to go and build on rocky soil,
But face the sun, and we'll make flowers bloom here.