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I In her model of the solar system My seven-year-old cosmologist Ties to a barbecue skewer With fuse wire the planets, buttons: For Venus an ivory button, Mercury silver beside the sun, Mother-of-pearl for Jupiter, Red and green for Mars and Earth, For Saturn’s rings a pipe- cleaner, So that in the outer darkness Close to the kitchen her brown eyes Represent Uranus, Neptune. II Amelia, you didn’t include Pluto In your wire sculpture of the solar system: Tiny and very far away, an ice World of ice mountains and methane snow, A dance of five moons unlit by the sun, The god of the afterlife’s kingdom – We shall go there when we die, dear child.