There is a hole upon the moon
Where my shape came from,
And vapour on the far side of Venus
Has been in my lungs.
Several indentations on the surface of Mercury
Made the dimple in my chin,
And the colour of my skin
Is partly from Mars.
The grades of my face are arranged
Along the lines of Jupiter’s beauty
And the pattern of Saturn’s rings
Lingers around my eyes.
And Neptune improves my moods,
Whilst Uranus is famous for salubrious movements,
And the future of Pluto
Is as uncertain as mine.
And for every rock and satellite
Whose appetite is catered for out there
I have a hair that’s slowly going grey
And straying further from my head,
While the rest of me,
And the remainder of that,
Is from the heart of a long gone star
That parted with its matter haphazardly
And made atoms that sat upon each other
Until they built my body
Which ladled and strained enough for a brain
To recognise the blessing of the sky.
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