The Sentry

Farwell Red planet and your monuments,
I will miss alpha particles that rhyme
overtly, before spilling their contents
in a stretch of sand, scalloped over time,

To see rock matrix plates grind - overturn,
Like targets produced from masonry,
Scar pockmarks, as brushes twirl, flare and burn
Neptunium will be a memory...

Abscond I will, no chance of enmity,
For me, there is a plentitude of room,
I wish them genuine prosperity,
Intended discovery; cancels doom,

From Cydonia rift I will arise
as a dust storm, abandoning my eyes.
~


(An entry for Bout 2: A Sonnet)