Crewcuts And Clangers
Gus Grissom ... wasn't he the one
With the crewcut? Or was that Litka, the Soviet space dog?
Picture them, striding the foothills of Neptune
Hazy in the methane dust
Painting a picture of alien trees
Somehow, I don't envy either:
"One giant tree for mankind" doesn't cut it
neither does "One giant heap".
Still, the dog knows more than she lets on
Cocking a leg at passing comets.
Yet this lonely heaven suits them
Counting star by star passes a lot of time
As does passing moondust through a teastrainer
Catching the solar winds in their handkerchiefs
And dreaming beyond infinite horizons
Contributors: | loaf, F, Roland, Beefy, DJ Spoony, Jezzter, Ethetran, dok, Wormtail. |
Poem finished: | 4th September 2003. |