The aeroplanes are carving slits through the night sky

Blinking jewels of genitalia roar toward somewhere else

I look up at Orion; home

Still my feet planted firmly on Planet War

Planet Corruption

Planet Destruction

Planet Malnutrition

Planet Delusion

Planet Holy Hate

little green men licking human lollipops

pluck polluted dandelions

then dash away

for what amount of hope

lies with beings such as these?

By

Aaron Echoes August