HEAVEN THE PLANET

Impossibly we try
to recreate home here
with the wrong combination
of gases to breath.

Treading on poisoned
soil we cover and build on
and dissect.

There we are as kind
as we intend to be
as we perceive
and we never make mistakes
with our children.

Stuck, we try to ride
the comet tale home
we drink the Kool-Aid
we suffer alone.

~j.b. rowell