Poem: "She Dwells in Dust"

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She Dwells in Dust
-- for Spirit, the Mars rover

She crossed the black floor of Nox's realm
And entered the red palace of Mars.

She danced across his rusty sands,
Her steel skirts sweeping the ground,
Her glass jewels glittering in the starlight.

She gazed, fearless, upon the faces
of Deimos and Phobos far above.

Now she is still -- waiting, watching --
Breathless in anticipation of the next score.
She dwells in dust, a statue in his silent palace.

Mars, god of iron and technology,
Views her offering with grave regard.