Universal

I wonder if aliens write poetry;

comparing their love to the endless stars

in their dusty red sky,

where our sun is just a faint flicker.

Do they write with technology beyond ours

or do they still dip their quills into a jar of ink

as dark as the universe between us?

I wonder what other worlds

have spilled their tears onto a page

stroked by the pen

of a mentally unstable genius,

who let his soul gush from out the pores

of his gray skin

and travel down his arm to the tip

of a silver pen, empty

of whatever substance would mark the paper.