Saturday, April 28, 2012

Solar System Poems 28: Siren With A Lined Face

Siren with a lined face 
but gem of the system.
Her warm heart covered
by an icy shell
some would pierce for science.

Pushed by her neighbors
she flexes and shudders
to stay in shape, but some say
she still smokes
where nobody can see her.

Surveys say we should return,
flagship or armada,
but warring factions 
have the upper hand. 
We will attempt no landing there
with money caught
in a different web.

Put her image 
as your laptop background
but that's not quite the same-
it isn't, is it, my old friend?

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