Sonnet 372

Two worlds collided in a pub one day
Venus and Mars, as I recall quite clear;
A cataclysmic clash that there did spray
Meteors of fire both far and near;
The molten lava from those cloven cores
Spewed forth into the darkest depths of space
Until the visage black of heaven bore
Clawed streaks of light ‘cross his celestial face.
The slag did cool and gravity won out
Save comets  spawned that did strike out alone,
In numbing silence, fragments strewn about
Formed in terse orbit mighty belts of stone…
Yet in another bar, my flag unfurled,
I raise a pint: Destroyer of new worlds.

Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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