SATURN by A

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.

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