The next day dawned
despite the sun exploding
as a new star
with radiation all around
Uranus, Sarah volunteered for
the Donald Trump mission
to Mars and beyond.
“Holy Hell. Not again.”
screamed the Martian Jesus.
"Our Holy Borders shall
not consist of walls
blocking our sacred canals
or clogging holy drains.
We’ll fill the swamp
with unsold Atari cartridges
or old Bic razors.
Now then, what about
beautiful iridescent abalone shells
rising like zombies from
the cremated remains of