Space Ninjas, by Deborah Walker
First published in Star*line 2011
Ninjas uncurling into the edge of the nebula,
into the stellar birthing grounds,
burnt paper drifting in the smoke of space.
They do not hear the sirens’ song,
the ancient voices, gliding through the pillars of light,
hosannas to the coalescence of a star’s birth.
Ninjas wrapped in nano-silk,
re-building the air they breathe, molecule by molecule,
flashing morning-star weapons,
longing to slash their rivals’ call.
Across this system, across their lives’ time,
they have tracked the sirens.
And on a seed-ship, fathers, brothers, husband, sons
are still, silent and listening.
Space ninjas, the incandescent, angry, burning women,
looking for answers inside nebulous smoke-light frozen-dust,
believing that release will come with death.
Deborah Walker grew up in the most English town in the country, but she soon high-tailed it down to London, where she now lives with her partner, Chris, and her two young children. Find Deborah in the British Museum trawling the past for future inspiration or on her blog: http://deborahwalkersbibliography.blogspot.com/.
Posted on October 9, 2014, in Issue 15: Elves & Spacerockets and tagged aliens, e-zine, fantasy, genre blender, ninja, ninjas, poem, poetry, science fiction, space ninjas, The Were-Traveler. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.