MARTIAN LIMBO

by October 1, 2020 0 comments

once turquoise canals
bubble like tar pits
laden with leaves

debris and ash
clog ports & streets
from seasons ago

when mortals ceased
those gods exited
to another planet

feral poppies
cloak & intoxicate
across voided landscape

that last unanswered
telephone call will
ring for eternity

– Terrence Sykes

editors note:

We believe they stopped here, on the way to… somebody answer that phone. – mh clay

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