It’s a broken heart, full of holes
It’s a heart that yearned for something
All of which came to nothing.
Pluto wanted to be near the sun
It wanted to be the red planet, Venus
But was denied and then slunk to a corner.
The planet of love and beauty
But Venus’ jealousy won the day
Pluto careened away, broken-hearted.
And called a piece of rock not a planet
Pluto wept tears; didn’t say a thing
Its tears had turned to ice in a faraway place.
It knows what it is to love and lose
In its tender heart is a fiery wound
Which will never heal, no, not even with cosmic dust.