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Canaveral Cream



Concentrated and primed
hemispheres clutter drawing-boards;
this jetsam is scraped into polished
tubes of white and NASA livery.


Dragging and lifting and shedding their
Canaveral Cream, they slip upwards,
ripping orange wounds of con-
cussion across the blue-black.


Their telemetry chatters farewells home
before they surrender their unseen wings
and fail, spiralling, beautifully polished
and wearing a hypnotic drone.


Petals darken and freeze.
Land ejects. Disassembled
children aggregate the pavements
beneath the blood-churned air.


Women shower and tinsel; pain and disbelief
vapourise - digitised and syndicated: new fairy tales
that flutter and wink. And older stars hang in an expectant sky.

Labels: Technology Death Space Destruction Mankind

posted by Hugh O'Donnell @ 12:53 AM