I am standing on the redwood deck at the rear of a house.
From below the deck's railing an unnamable owl-like
creature rises until its eyes are level with mine.

The head is round and the features present a
double oval in the middle of the face,
very much like the pictures we
see as Martians.

Long before
our robots landed on
Mars, we named its topography.
Only the moon, a chunk of earth that
flew off with some of the best tales, had
more mythology attached to it, even
all this
linguistic production of material culture
has to be taken very seriously indeed
for the meaning of material culture
is created in the text from the
very beginning to
we dreamed up
who we are.