There's a little bit of sarcastic humor to this poem on the classic theme of 'The grass is always greener on the other side of the road.' So many people seem to wish that if they could just go somewhere else, to another city, another country, another planet, believing their life will improve and all their problems will somehow be swept away. Here on Mars we find that loneliness and despair can follow us anywhere. The change has to happen in the spirit, not the landscape. Also it's a bit of a comment on the dreams of those who wish to leave this beautiful planet for a place that gives all the indications of being inhospitable and forbidding. I once was excited by the space program when I was a kid, there's a certain excitement about it, a nostalgia also, but now when I consider all the problems we face here on our own planet, it seems to me a waste of much needed money. People are starving here. And why would we think that our wars won't follow us up there? All these plans to build factories and mine for minerals up there...I don't know. We can't afford to live on the Earth, let alone the Moon, or Mars. Stylistically it owes much to the poetry of Jack Anderson and pieces like The Transcendence of the Pencil and Commanding a Telephone to Ring. estory

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