Shooting Planets

Within the burning heart of molten rocks, Great pressures forced your brilliance to shine; Inclusions marred your body with their pocks, A brownish hue now laced with olivine. Before you ever had a chance to grow, An interstellar pileup set you free; Thrown out into a cold and blank tableau, An empty, unforgiving, blackened sea. … Read more

An Unclaimed Son

Marked out as something that did not belong, An oddball with a number not a name; A newborn whose hereditary was wrong, And with ancestry that was not the same. Who is it that must shoulder all the blame, The father and his lustful, wandering eye Or na├»ve child all swaddled up in shame? A … Read more

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