SKY POEM
the sky

is still blue

but technically

damaged
sounds like it’s a good thing

but it’s not that 

cosmic rays leak through
as a species suddenly we’re

not so mindful of our 

own protection
on the wall TV at the butchery

next door

there is a crackpot crazy

programme that says that

our brother planet Mars 

was scoured and

scarred in an ancient

nuclear war

fought between technologically

advanced aliens we rendered

as gods

in our mythological histories, sagas and scriptures
much death on that 

rust-red surface where

once the sky was

probably cerulean too

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