Glastic Demispheres

In April 1970, John died a wealthy man.
His will directed scientists " Freeze me if you can,
And wake me in a hundred years so I can understand
How people; how society, has progressed in this land."

They woke him up a hundred years from when he passed away.
"I'm Doctor Flu, How do you do. You chose a glorious day.
Both suns are shining at their best, there's no need to despair,
For we've just had delivery of seven months fresh air."

Through his glastic demisphere a desert beauty rare,
Of crimson sands and water bands, and greeny fringes fair;
Criss-crossed a landscape punctuated by just fairy domes.
Two suns soothed the hemispheric offices and homes.

He raised his head and from his bed, the view was very clear.
Across the land were pivot stands, with giant hemispheres
Half made of white, for sleep as night so seldom ever peered
Upon horizons where a baby sun had been man-reared.

When Doctor Flu next came, he brought a stranger to John's dome.
"Commander Quish has come to wish you 'Welcome' to your home."
"Never fear, though Earth is floating lifeless in the stars,
You're welcome, Solar Citizen, to Seventh Matrix, Mars."

Through his glastic demisphere a desert beauty rare,
Of crimson sands and water bands, and greeny fringes fair;
Criss-crossed a landscape punctuated by just fairy domes.
Two suns soothed the hemispheric offices and homes.
Two suns soothed the hemispheric offices and homes.