Life for Mars

Those freckles… Like red Dirt. The color Of- Bricks, that they’ll try To build On your Shoulders that long for Seldomness. Before your Face met the Horrors of Population. But, Find euphoria in... Retrograde. Fall back... Crack open, To let titanic Arms reach for Starlight, and for what they may see Don’t let them Change your form These foreign bodies that Find themselves close Remember: Before anyone found you You were: through dissection And deprecation Collecting and breaking; Tore yourself apart to Come back Together again Every layer And the broken ones below A part of the present The future Your past In your bones