Floatng Satellites

Some souls don't get a childhood
At the core called Neglect
burns a hunger insatiable
 
Then along comes
the unsuspecting innocent:
the delicious aroma of Naivety
oozes a flavour most
 
vulnerable
 
This can never result in orbit;
only collision and consumption,
as Naivety's mass is insufficient
 
The gravitational drag
of inner non-child upon child
needs intervention
but ability to do so is
 
deficient
 
Planet A must change fires;
reverse the inner rotation
from jet void to xenon light
 
The implosion would be messy;
its repulsion inconvenient,
yet a better outcome
as it falls toward star
 
bright
 
Planet B would be spared,
while the sun adopt the orphan;
the expelled grievance cooled;
 
the latter transfigured
into a seeding moon
that transforms tears
into oceans and
 
pools
 
But such option is rarely chosen
as both satellites are
flying blind
 
Neither is able to see ahead
They draw ever near
until they meet
a nasty end
 
unkind
 
The impact sends debris
into neighboring atmospheres,
as all are hurt in the process
 
And seldom will
the larger planet
accept the truth
and of its sins
 
confess
 
Instead, it sees the action
taken, as a right
none should deny
 
And from the sparks--those meteors
that leave their marks
on nearby audiences--
does not care if all should
 
die
 
Because death breeds itself
in this equation, upon the bloody
horns of an angry bison:
 
one who cares for nothing
but to fill its own emptiness,
and plunge headlong toward
an event
 
horizon
 
The desire is valid
but the easy end does not
justify the way taken
 
For rebirth was always a possibility,
where a higher ignition
would not have left
that spirit
 
Forsaken
 
The waves beckoned
though rebel rocks did not
stop to listen
 
One span with an angry zeal,
drawing another timid
and lonely sphere
increasingly into
 
vision
 
until it were close enough
to catch it hard
and take a bite,
 
thinking all was silent;
that none could see
the prelude
in the empty feeling space of
 
night
 
But what a miscalculation
for in this galaxy we are
never alone
 
And the victim of this crime
loved by many
had a childhood
and a
 
home
 
Which is precisely why
the predator felt it apt
to so entrap
 
The pressure of envy
generated a torment
that over time would
make it
 
snap
 
Neglect remained
all the while
in the driver's seat
 
Naivety's floating out of orbit
placed it on the menu
for the weightier
world to
 
eat
 
 
The only other ending
that could have
here occurred
 
would have been for
both
to hear the call;

to drop the play of independence,
by faith switch off
their engines and
 
fall
 
The wisest thing to do
when one is hungry
is to ask
 
There is a supernova
who feeds all lost infants;
He takes pleasure
in the
 
task
 
So if you are an A or B
don't keep drifting
in the icy nothingness
 
Change your fire's
orientation
and of your deepest
sorry need
 
confess
 
Ride the wave
back to the beginning
Just surrender
 
Trust the Light
He is able,
so let Him catch you
and into His loving ellipse
 
enter