He Had Another Planet
By Jane Hyphen
Wed, 06 Mar 2019
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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
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