There’s a storm raging on Saturn.
It never ends. Winds whip mountains
into rubble. It roars. It howls.
It screams into a black morning
sky. Acid clouds rain on wilted
cities. Carcass Town. Triple
Fangs. Geriatric world. Down
below the crust its hollow. Null.
There’s a storm raging on Saturn
but that’s nothing new. Saturn is
a knife to a baby’s throat. Kills
a mother’s mother. A first love.
Saturn is haunted. Funeral
line around the block. Tickets sold
out. Saturn is a full house. You
wish it wasn’t. You want quiet.
There’s a storm raging on Saturn
and it falls on deaf ears. Cavemen
in their burrows. Hermit snakes that
hide in the pockmarked stone. The
grand flower blooming deep under.
Tempest carries the water round,
spreads seeds, clears rot. A prairie fire.
A gemini storm, grey and green.