The sun skims half the sky, explodes and flares,
Abaddon's sun of Mercury, so bright
And hot it bleaches all the rocks grey-white.
A furnace burns, Satanic flames it bears.
This blaze eats our horizon, glows and glares;
Behind us, in the shade, enduring night.
The land is terminated from the sight
Of that maelstrom, towards the stars it stares.

    This station sits in balance at the dawn,
One side in darkness cold against the night,
It cowers where the frozen silence waits. 
The second: incandescent sun, half torn,
A flaming semi-orb, so blinding bright:
This place is Hell, and we live at its gates.

                                      1976