Mars' temper erupts!!
         screaming adjectives, vomiting verbs, and the severed
         limbs of nouns who answered trumped up calls to plug
         the boundless tides of pandemonium.

A few hours of rain and signs of coyote, deer, bear and man
are fixed in the mud, in the Paleolithic, Neolithic, Bronze Age,
Enlightenment, Anthropocene, as every species wallows in
its own myth of reality.

So, when storms should be thundering down, fields are almost
dry. Digging deeper,
the technological hurdles of sending humans
to Mars are formidable, but NASA has its eye on a mission to the
planet in the 2030s. Speaking at a hearing
the old gods rose and
ran over pebbles, detoured around obstinate boulders, puddled
for an era, or two; then returned to friable earth.