Kishotenketsu for Mars

On Mars, water once flowed. Where
did it go? Some froze, but scientists

suspect a cosmic cue ball — a comet
etc. — knocked Mars so hard

the planet escaped
its own atmosphere, just

left it there, jumped its own skin
like an anime cat

leaving his pajamas spread-eagle
in space. And now, goddammit,

David Bowie is dead.
I worshipped him like a flower

twists its dewy face to the brightest,
prettiest star. He asked us,

decades down, “Is there life on Mars?”
Once, perhaps. There once was life

in Bowie too. Stars glitter,
planets don’t —

an atmospheric parlor trick,
but neither titan ceases

to exist just because
a little air escaped.