On the surface are craters

crevices and chasms, creating character

on the surface of alien worlds

where I imagine, there are tiny cities

maintaining metropolis population, of ghosts

in the least, like everywhere else

clogging the pipes, though I wonder

if we’ll ever know them

I don’t think, we could even understand

their customs and types, of emotion

so we will bomb them, but it won’t

work the way we think, only judging

comes in response to us

our destructive curiosity, will almost

certainly be the end of us, because

we can’t see what’s inside

the hearts in the mirror.