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.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
I enjoyed reading your write, the combination of Mars and the bones.
Brilliant – especially the final, almost throwaway two lines.
This is absolutely exquisite!❤️
I read Mars as the god of war… tied well with the bones.