Two moons, both alike in ugliness,
Orbiting barren Barsoom where we long to be.
From ancient impacts left pitted and scarred,
Now rolling endlessly around Mars like skulls.
On the surfaces of these two tumbling stones
Star-lit explorers will one day stand,
Staring down at Olympus and Marineris,
Hiding Earth and all its history behind their outstretched hands.
© Stuart Atkinson 2018
