The gods and demi-gods of yore now circle up above,
decamping Olympus or Valhalla for inky space.
So when we hear their name and consider a face
it is crater-scarred and battered; science is what we think of
and we imagine touching them only with protective gloves.
Ceres, Oberon, Callisto now evoke a place
not a personality now gone that cannot be replaced
not a personality now gone that we have known and loved.
The gods and demi-gods of today, though numbered higher,
have given objects the honor of their name.
And thinking of them, as we often do
evokes not a rock devoid of living fire
but a loving, caring human worth their fame