The Veins Of Mars By Sam Illingworth

Your crater stands abandoned in the dirt,

As thirsty dreams evaporate for good;

Beneath your dusty surface pressures spurt,

Leaving behind deposits in the mud.

They burn you with their sulphate-silic blood,

And your horizons change beyond repair;

Then ground water appears like a lost flood,

Leaving behind pure sulphur in your lair.

We cut you with a knife and steal without a care.