MARS
I wonder what happened on Mars.
Oceans and rivers that wait for us like ghosts.
Inuit hanging their dreams in the smoke house.
I see the priest in the back shed. Sharpening his axe.
Crucifixes across the landscape. Fresh white teeth screaming.
I see the Emir with his saw.
His blond wife and their children hiding
In their laughter secrets that no one should
be forced to keep. Its not our fault.
It was never our fault. That we turned our back
on the fire. I had a map. And followed the route
that was marked. But when I got to the end of the road
there was nothing there.
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