PLANET IN RED
Going to Mars in grim slow-motion
Building the grandest pavilion there;
Collecting seashells dried up ocean--
The pale, the unrepentant somewhere.
Couplets and haunted sonnets I write
Of petrified nests, of starlight, moons
With scary monikers: Fear and Panic.
Children of chaos: Phobos and Deimos
Calling this pale pink sky to mind
Are banishing birds of any kind--
Whispering over their unknown tomb
Where bones concealed for ages resume
Irregular shapes in the deepest barrow:
Sister nightingale, brother sparrow.