FLOWERS OF THE MOON

Planets not just people live

You don’t know more than carbon tracks

A version narrow like species of wax

Your sense of life a tiny sieve

Stars do not use words

They change, move and grow

Eons like seconds as they know

Each universe blips of twittering birds

Your speech, short tricks of time and fear

Symbols from an impossible pool

Destinations for a fleet of fools

Spun spills from motors without gears

Reality is anything you say

Your minds’ sites without places

Like dark energy and matter, unknown spaces

You say it so and that’s the way

For your dead moon is not dead

Thought can be life without words

Mathematics a language less absurd

Moon flowers solar winds spread

You don’t ken time or space

Stars born, teething, crying

Learning, stuttering, dying

Reborn as nothing can waste

We know you, not you us

We’d rather converse with hillocks of ants

Though hardly as smart as your spindly plants

More alert than you to the world’s status

Carbon life one type of information

Birthed by intelligent planets and stars

Yet you fight to build tight bars

Blocking your eyes to true creation

Intelligence manifests infinite kinds

Live quick and full as you can

Survival also a measure of man

Perhaps with time you’ll meet other minds