He Had Another Planet

He had another planet

Off grid, hidden, far far

Into carved pipes of his unrest  

Endless scraping exposed

Him red raw against the air

The ordinary rubbed

That’s what killed him

He branded us all

His eyes implied the

Blue drench of something else

Another planet where

He travelled all alone

And held on, held

The ballast of his pain

And they flew across the sky

For the last time

On Saturn storms

He whispers through the dust