Russell Jones is an Edinburgh-based writer and editor. He has published six poetry collections and two novels, edited three poetry anthologies and is deputy editor of Scotland’s only sci-fi magazine. He was the UK’s first Pet Poet Laureate and his PhD (Creative Writing – poetry) research was on Edwin Morgan’s sci-fi poetry.
Who knew how the apple was made?
We decrypted rumours, white whiskers
of truth from the textbooks of the day.
Some things were certain: we’d no orchards,
no farms, no vineyards or everglades, just buzzing
recollections from kaput holotapes.
So we placed our faith in technology,
trusted the data. We built solar wings, hives
of Nanoreplica Apis to seek and recover.
Now they swarm space. We hope they fly safe
in their waggledance through distant galaxies.
We’re the workers, tracking signals we don’t know
the tail-end of. We need a cache, a golden seed
of DNA to name our saviour. We’ve no gods anymore,
but we pray the bees will return, save us from our self
made endless drift, our fruitless catastrophe.
From Dark Matters (Tapsalteerie, 2018)