Timid Whistling On Mars (Draft 1)

Timid Whistling On Mars

Oh my murdered friend,
have whistles yet
been blown for you?
Are none of
your secrets heard?

Oh by your grave
no one knows where
the weather balloons are.

How many years must
methane blow
before life is revealed?

The answer’s on Mars
and not in the stars, and
there’s a timid whistle in the wind.

Oh how many years ago
was it heard that you
were murdered
for secrets more precious than you?

Oh I don’t believe that
you were blowing in the wind,
oh I believe you were whistling
truth’s precious tune.

How many years must
methane blow
before life is revealed.

You don’t have to be a rocket scientist
to know which way the whistle blows
’cause everybody knows
there’s life on Mars.

Oh my murdered friend,
have whistles yet
been blown for you?
Are none of
your secrets heard?

If you think there were
weather balloons over Roswell,
wait ’til you see them on Mars,
’cause artifacts will not be denied,
and whistle blowers are
waiting in the wings.

— Douglas Gilbert