To (3753) Cruithne

dark moon dark moon –

how come

that there is

only silence

about you?

how come

the other

stupid satellite

that silly space rock

with the idiotic grin

the sun baked into its face

became the object of earthling worship

millennia ago?

but what

better symbol

for madness and melancholy

than you

my cold Celtic goddess:

serenely

dancing around

the sun

intricately moving

in step with a partner

who ignores you?

 

I adopt you

as my blazon

my guiding sign

forever

co-orbital

co-dependent

and obscure.