Consumed, Soon

by Mary E. Lowd

They made a baby sun
In a secret lab
On the surface of our moon

Auroras marked its birth
Twisting the magnetic fields
Of our earth
—not the original one—
One we’d found

But now
Gravity grows

Will it take long?
Will we burn?
Or can we run…
To yet another world

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