News from Pluto

This was when he learned that Pluto

had lost its planet status.

Imagine:

The furthest coldest globe dubbed a god
had been severed from the sun,
cast out of the kingdom,
reduced to a rock

like some forgotten land of the dead.
Pluto, his former metaphorical residence
and stone solace of his loneliness,
had dignified his plight:

far-gone but still upon a sacred arc
he'd spun around a star,
tethered to its center
by a grim divinity.

But his pariah's refuge
was now a refugee
and strewn in this erased
oblivion he pondered options.

Neptune? A fat place to party.
Uranus? Too much of a bad joke.
Top hat Saturn? Cyclopean Jupiter?
Red worn Mars? No. At that world

that winked like a jewel and drove
him drunk with dreams that drove
him to strand himself stunned on a
stone he'd stop and start again.



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