Hades Iscariot

and a poem, from these empty hands.
Charon guide me and protect me
across Cthulhu Regio to the fractured
planes of Sputnik Planum.
The blackened, vacant dunes hiss nitrogen
nocturnums,
you are not here, you were never here.
The lapping waves that broke on the bow of our ship
are silent. Ever silent.