THE PERFECT PLANET
In my mind we’ve found you
A million times —
The brilliant aquamarine planet,
Marbled as Earth but twice as gaseous,
With seas deep as the Mariana Trench
On the cusp of an explosion of life,
Orbiting twin Suns double its size.
The ice planet with a frosty ocean,
Teeming with flora and fauna. It spins
Ceaselessly around its scarlet sun,
Seven pearled moons twirling around it
In an endless pirouette.
Around a gargantuan vermillion sun,
An emerald planet with a trio of moons
Thick with forest and small lakes —
That waterfall taller than the Niagara,
Pooling into a salty sea of azure.
The city of swamps blanketed by
Moon-sized balloon creatures drifting
Serenely in the sky, drinking sun rays
And raining microorganisms to the ground,
Fueling an ecosystem rivaling ours.
The rocky moon with the underground sea,
Full of bioluminescent life, exuding
Ultraviolet light, spawning caves of kelp
And sentient ferns, spores traveling north
To the surface, to the gas giant’s light.
The ultramarine planet, scattered with
Painted white swirls decorating its sky.
Lush green hills and its ocean, full of life.
Now it has become a desert, cold and dry.
The perfect planet, dead and destroyed.
I sit and stare at the sky, and back at us,
Dying as our barren planet lays to rest.
There are those who say we deserve it,
While others demand a right to live
On another planet, another world.
But we’ve had our chance.
Let the rest have their own perfect planets
I destroy the key
That summons our space ark from orbit.
First appeared in Apex Magazine, 31 May 2016