Ross Balcom
The ghost
of a Martian
merman speaks to
the red
planet, as a sad
child to its
mother:
"Cradle
me in your dry
seabed, let me
recall
the joys I knew in
oceans lost
in time."
Poet's Notes: A Martian, a merman, and a ghost, all
rolled into one. You're welcome.
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