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