In Defense of Puny Pluto
The closer to the undertow you waft
the further from brightness. Life ebbs,
waves grow. And the further into this
solar system of ours we probe
the more gravity seems
to tug us toward that undertow.
The planet Pluto excommunicated
from our solar system by pedants,
scientists who demoted it due to
diminutive size and great distance.
Too many other moon-like objects
hover in the vicinity, they held,
to give Pluto credence
as a legitimate planet.
Almost four trillion miles
is a ways off for a cryptic object
smaller than our own moon
to be recognized as a planet
so the scientists had
a plausible argument.
But alas that was before
pinpoint satellite data
revealed Pluto’s mysteries!
Its entire crust consists of
liquid and solid methane
locked in a freezing wasteland
at four hundred degrees below zero.
Despite unimaginable cold
liquid methane is emitted
from some undefined core
that releases heat
as it’s spit from
and converted to slushy ice.
I suppose it could be argued
that Pluto is somewhat less
ominous than gas giant Jupiter
with its gargantuan gravity,
or ultra-hot Mercury.
Nevertheless, although we may
ultimately colonize Mars
and some day perhaps
baste in Alpha Centauri’s light,
we need not look further than Pluto
to watch a world alive by means
of its supernatural metabolism.