Your plane landed, stained by stars, shaking off Saturn
Drunk and grave, you grip damp Earth, quaking from Saturn.
You turn, long abashed, from your native, naked Moon
Trounced by time, your watch blinks, waking from Saturn.
A world whirled to sate a selfish Sun as you slept
Cedar eyes steeped in clouds remaining from Saturn.
What of you, friend, and your new immobile shadow?
Where is she, your cherished one reigning from Saturn?
Your name brands a foreign home, drenched in terrene dust
Your lungs, starved of hydrogen, cravings from Saturn.
Below a distant roof, she held you, moons ago
She haunts the kitchen—postcards painting one Saturn.
In your hollow mind, hold flexing hips to God’s light
She falls to dust—your thumbs defacing a Saturn
Blow away the planets, burnt gasses will follow
Pull away each star—leave a path maintained from Saturn.
Dear soldier, caught in arms, lay down your blade and weep
This tender battle, lost combat braved from Saturn
The crook of your elbow shrouds a respite for grief
How soon will you hold her, your stranger from Saturn?
When dawn peels the clouds apart, lift your dry, heavy eyes
I land on celestial time, breaking from Saturn.