Do not taste his magnetosphere,
his tilted manipulations
of hapless particles.

Do not behold his dusty rings,
their shepherd moons,
their dark arcs.

Do not descend close enough
to sense the inner heat
beneath his storms.

Remember the gravity of his crime,
why the Sun sentenced him
to this far orbit.

Do not listen to his pleas.
Stop up your ears.
Be resolute.