A piece of trash.
Once very important.
To who nobody knows.
The metal is twisted
scarred beyond recognition.
In my dreams
I see them using it
playing with the instruments.
It still circles Saturn
a lonely artifact
beautiful beyond price.
A piece of trash.
Once very important.
To who nobody knows.
The metal is twisted
scarred beyond recognition.
In my dreams
I see them using it
playing with the instruments.
It still circles Saturn
a lonely artifact
beautiful beyond price.
Saturn's Premier Poet 