Spaced out

See the ardent astronauts
arcing through the ether:
will they get home safely
or be meeting with St Peter?

Let’s hope it is the former,
and not the latter case;
for the latter case would shatter
our resolve to conquer space.

Oh no! We have a problem!
NASA, are you there?
A fiery conflagration
has erupted in the air!

— Time to go now, Tommy,
it’s time you were in bed.
No more fireworks for tonight,
(they fuck with that kid’s head).



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