Viewing Pluto

Pluto's on the TV screen, ruler of the realm of death.
The wife comes home. "How was your day?"
A war. This time, the force of Darkness took
The field, and Light was routed. My love, yes,
You know her name, was lost to me, as was all
Else, and, no, I haven't made a meal. We may
As well call out for pizza. Subsequently, in
The line of those who've heard the gallows calling,
I will say, "So long. I'm done." The wife will
Leave to tend her garden. My love will be
Somewhere, doing something. She won't think
Of me, and, in the frozen wastes a million miles
From the X I've made, a spacecraft shows the
Face of death, the god who beckons, "Come with
Me," and I'm sure that I should.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-07-17 at 02:50

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