Saturday, June 8, 2013

Mars

Once in a time, a poet a la carte said: 

"Can it, you barely understand it,
the little green people on the big red planet
and little for our warfare
or a ... have, rare
barely extinct, do you think
their ... spin clockwise?

Are they wise, 
do they despise each other as we do,
do they question who
they are, or why?

It's all red dust
as we humans explore,
as we must,
a big red planet
with a little gray box,
on little black wheels."

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