Martian Landscape
I think of the Martian landscape late delivered
To the eye of man by digits of code
Reporting shades of grayness, darker, lighter,
In dull processsion; in the end disclosing
To the rapt eye the unimagined craters.
—And I see a poem, word by word assembled
In markings down a page of flash into code,
And bring in sightings of another landscape
No eye has seen before.
— Abbie Huston Evans. 1965.
