a circular existence

size matters not

in time it's on the horizon

in time it passes by

it orbits slowly

a splinter in the sky

far away it is white

through the closer eye


mountains erupt


smaller rocks are destroyed

a dime a decade

white light blinds it

a shadow is cast

Mars returns

to his other home

the red planet stares up

the red star stares back

they just stare

and then the game begins

which red planet can


the other first

craters scar the surface

bright stars light the sky

one by one

the turns are up

the sky explodes

as the final die is cast

the game is over

at the twilights last gleaming

the sun is setting

but it will rise again

slowly the red planets

move on and away

both doused in red

ashes to ashes

dust to dust...