Life on Mars
One day a pale star began to glow
in scarcely-noted nebula where it swirled.
And this five thousand million years ago,
to bathe in light a distant, dusky world.
Lightning streaked amid primordial dawn—
stroked a soupy mire of mute quintessence.
Diverse concatenations urged a spawn
and coaxed life into coalescence.
Myriad were its subtle variations.
Legion were its specialties outlandish.
In unison it laid a world’s foundations.
Limitless the skills it had to brandish.
A hive and every mind within related,
yet diverse and mild in their expression.
Collectively their members liberated,
verisimilitude their progression.
But in Mars' core, dying breaths were taken,
as fury from creation’s fires abated.
Absent these, Ares was forsaken—
its magnetic lines of flux truncated.
The shield from radiation thus destroyed,
innocence’ pogrom bitterly ensued.
Air swept away forever to the void,
sentience vanquished—majesty subdued.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2016