Pernicious Invaders
Luna's visage,
pale, pocked,
and blemished by time;
rises majestically below the astral plane
to traverse the ebony emptiness
of the night sky.
And like a Goddess;
glowing high above the planet,
She monitors the comings and goings
of humanity;
an unenviable enterprise.
For Man is a pernicious invader;
polluting the pristineness of space,
with thousands of bits of accumulative junk.
And yet, it seems nothing can dampen
Man's enthusiasm
for the conquest of space;
no matter the irretrievable encircling debris,
left orbiting the Earth in His wake.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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