Midsummer on the lakes of Mars

Have you forgotten me?

Do you think you banished me beyond the threshold of the kingdom, passed where the dragons sleep? Do you imagine I’ve disintegrated? Do you believe that I’ve dispersed? Do you envisage I’ve dissolved? Do you suppose that if you don’t mention my name, I may not return?

“That, oh that, yes that was unfortunate”.

Do you suspect that I no longer linger in the dirty air you breathe or skim your filthy oceans? If I am no longer on your soil, where do you expect that I’ve gone?

Am I spending midsummer on the lakes of Mars, hiding away from your sun?

Have you forgotten me?

I haven’t forgotten you.