Search for Home

Here, amidst planes of stars,
on the knobble of the universe,
we stand, with moons like shells
beneath our feet.

Our skin is like treebark,
gnarled where flames of three
holoburn wars have licked.
We are unbeautiful. Shunned
on every planet we seek refuge.

But our children are clean.
Long and strong of limb.
We search for a home
where they may live
after we are gone
when memories of the wars
have dispersed into stardust.