Sunday, April 16, 2017

Poem LXIV: On to Europa

enceladus will tilt its head
toward death
and cassini will drop
right into the vast, chaotic busom
of saturn

so will it be for us all
to die thereafter
perfectly as possible

and slip into the microbial dreams
of that populous orbit

all that hydrogen
all down in the intense inane--
perhaps we'll be reborn
as a feral child!

Then it's on to Europa.








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