Natasha, fundamentals are strong,
key indicators steady.
Leave your books, Natasha,
let your computer
draw patterns on its screen.
Walk with me through the heavens.
Along cold orbits
the spendthrift stars
squander their assets on light.
The World Bank
is unamused; the IMF
is noting down their names.
So take my hand
let's drift away
into the cosmic background.
Credit note: This poem, included in my first poetry collection Boat People, was republished in Voyagers: Science Fiction Poetry from New Zealand, edited by Mark Pirie and Tim Jones (Interactive Press, 2009).
Tim says: With eight days to go until submissions close for my latest venture in speculative poetry, I thought I'd post a speculative poem of my own. It was written when World Bank- and IMF-inspired economic "reforms" were devastating the post-Soviet Russian economy, and laying the groundwork for the kleptocracy that runs Russia today.
Nevertheless, it's more of a love poem than anything else...
You can read all the Tuesday Poems on the Tuesday Poem blog - the featured poem is on the centre of the page, and the week's other poems are linked from the right-hand column.