by J. Davidson Hero
Five hundred light years from our blue, green crèche
You wait for us. Amid the magma plumes
And cryptodomes your supple molten flesh
Congeals then splits with quakes in creeping flumes:
A viscous plain beneath a searing star.
For generations we have fallen to
You. Worshiping and loving from afar.
Adapting bodies meant to serve but you,
So that we need not fear your wanton heat.
For we will find a solid place to stand,
And we will suckle at your holy teat.
We hear your call and welcome your command:
From deep volcanic craters cavernous
Your salamander species beckon us.
© 2009 J. Davidson
Davidson Hero is a bibliophile, computer
award-winning indie film maker, and most importantly, a husband and
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