Alone On Mars


The Mars Rover dropped dead
Alone on a red planet
Sentient enough to sense death,
And to feel the aches of solitude
Only it would know
On a vastly uninhabitable land
Never touched by the feet of man...

Similar aches
Echo through my human skin and bones,
Feeling atomically alone
Despite the tall oaks and sleek foxes
That linger ever present out my window;
I yearn for a love
To fall into my pious lap
And reverse the extinction of romance
From the working symphony of my soul
Where fields of dead bison
Continue to roam
In untouched plains
As the beating sun
Discolors the greenness of grass;
And though my heart has grown
Intolerably crass,
I can hear in a shallow distance
The acoustics of resurgence
Creeping down the narrow hallways
To the crossroads where all lovers pass...

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