Pluto overhears Luca say
Why aren’t I given credit for
All life that exists?
Is it because
I’m a single-cell, bacterium-like organism?
I, who am the ancestor of trees, birds, fish
And just about everything that you
Can think of
Instead of looking to the sky for
God, they should look to the bottom
Of the ocean where I live
O, you think that you don’t get
Respect, Pluto said
First, they gave me that
Dreadful name after the
Greek Hades and then
They dismiss me as
Just a big snowball in space
And now that they find I’m more
Complicated
That underneath my surface
Lie oceans and possibly life
I’m booted from the news cycle
by the discovery of a 9th planet
Turning to the bartender
A pigeon, Pluto said
At least we’re not a pigeon
The pigeon
Was unruffled, he said
Calmly, wiping some glasses
“Well, Pluto, it must be
Scary to be on a
Collision course with Neptune
Whom do you think will prevail
From such an encounter?
And Luca, you have to have
One of Jacques Cousteau Jr.’s
Submersibles to even
Notice you
Down there cold, dark and
Lonely
You will never see a rainbow
While my neck is one
