A cold alien salt,
heavy deeps far
beneath ice mountains.
Above a raging
of ammonia and nitrogen:
strange storms for distant skies.
The first cell divides
and life clings
precariously to rocks
far below the ice crust.
On a dusty plain
under a nitrogen and oxygen sky,
horses crash and steel blunts.
In a sweat of cloth and stained
leather, we die to the last cell.
©️ Dai Fry 5th August 2020.