the terrors and ravings of the first garbage man in deep space

the terrors and ravings of the first garbage man in deep space

fiction
edward w pritchard

Please oh  please God of my fathers return me safety to earth. Humbly I pray for your mercy and protection.

I am the first garbage man in space. Away millions of miles from the unity that is the Gaia of all life on earth I tremble in fear that I will be the first organic life from earth died away from the protection and sacredness of Mother earth.

Me a simple man who toils for science. Using complex technology that I don't understand I toil at seeking life remains such as a few cells of a bird, dinosaur or amoeba that was once blasted from the face of the earth by the rebound of an ancient  meteor concussion using a sophisticated technology that amounts to a broom and dust pan to scope up promising space debris. Never have I or my scientific equipment found evidence of life outside of earth's orbits. Though earth has existed for billions of years and moves through space across billions of miles never has life left earth's circle of life.

Please merciful God return me to my home. Let me die in the place I was born. Let me fertilize future life forms. Let me rest in eternal tranquilly.

amen

his tepid mistress

his tepid mistress

fiction
edward w pritchard

As naive ancient thinkers
contemplating size of Earth to Sun to eternity
imagined a point in a point, earth to sun to cosmos
insignificant I now in your regard tepid mistress
me now a point in a point of esteem and affection
in silent blackness of expanding cold dark matter
pulled across eons of eternity circling your wobbling forgotten orbit