
Here is little Mercury:
dark and dusty before daylight
raging heat and fire before night.
If you want a suntan, come here:
it’s always summer when not winter
and three days lasts two years.
And what little air there is is blasted
out like a tail by that thug of a sun
behind there, next door, looming
and pulling little Mercury around
faster than any other – and hiding
itself in being so close to a giant.
Walk on the surface and you can see
dust and rock, can feel the weight
of iron beneath your feet, can be
lighter than almost air, as weight
on Mercury is a third of that on Earth.
And the creator of craters
takes advantage of this and blasts
the surface with rock after rock.
The surface is a book of the attacks
of rocks on it, of invaders from space.
Then walk, when the Sun is low
to the Rupes, the cliffs, the ridges
which tower a mile above the land.
Look out at the setting Sun, enormous.
You couldn’t block it with both hands.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
Solar System Songs - Mercury
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Posted by deemikay at 12/11/2005 09:44:00 PM