Mars on the Horizon


Mars has no ink,
no ancient paper notes
of how and why or
caution for men drunk
on dominion.

It travels the universe
through the eyes of men
who hope to spoil its surface
with a of plunder of flags
fighting to upend
primordial.

Time hangs its clock
where time has no meaning,
and ticks the days of Mars
closer to boots of men
building walls with the
irony of illegal immigration. 

©Susie Clevenger 2020

#napowrimo2020 Day 5

Written with inspiration from @skylover word list and 
Physics with Bjorn

Real Toads ~ April 2020 ~ Day 5



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  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeApril 5, 2020 at 2:59 PM

    Ironic!

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  2. Sanaa RizviApril 5, 2020 at 6:11 PM

    "Time hangs its clock where time has no meaning," this is incredibly deep, Susie!💘

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  3. Kerry O'ConnorApril 6, 2020 at 1:55 AM

    I adore this poem for so many reasons. Mainly because you have hit the nail on the head in your lines.

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