Under the glow of a dead moon

I have been here much too long. I ache for a varied vies of the stratosphere A spin on the rings of Saturn Bar hopping on the Milky Way I know way too much about you Earthlings, Making love Under the glow of a dead moon A cancer Destroying the celestial body you rely on for sustenance. I came to monitor your actions In “The Great War” (as if a war could be great). You still have our attention I shall be leaving My hope is That you awaken To your insanity For my replacement Will be much less tolerant Of your antics.