Onion Planet
by John Grey
Round but pudgy,
like a Phoenician flask,
and more layers than
Saturn has rings,
color, a grayish-white,
and trailing stringy roots.
And what a smell,
pungent, acrid,
as raw an atmosphere
as any planet
that ever hitched
its silicate wagon
to a sun.
Mrs Evans lost
her eldest, Roy,
in the tragic
expedition to its surface,
five years back.
You should see
her cut an onion now.
No tears in her eyes
but that hacked-up vegetable
rains them.
© 2007 John Grey
John Grey has been published recently in Agni,
Hubbub, South Carolina Review and The Journal Of The American
Medical
Association. His latest book is “What Else Is
There?” from Main Street Rag.
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