The Bones of Mars

The bones of Mars
still rest within Mars,
but for how long?

Every night now,
when I walk the dog,
I expect a shower
of fragments, chips

of broken planet —
a different broken planet
from the one we’re living on.

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Today’s prompt at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads was to write a poem inspired by any of several examples of children’s artwork. I combined two: one of bones, and one of Mars.

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