Why Some Look up to Planets and Heroes From Emblems of a Season of Fury by Thomas Merton Brooding and Seated at the summit Of a well engineered explosion He prepared his thoughts for fireflies and warnings Only a tourist, only a shy American Flung into public sky by an ingenious weapon Prepared for every legend His space once visited by apes and russians No longer perfectly pure Still proffered virginal joys and free rides In his barrel of fun A Star Spangled summersault A Sky high Mothers Day Four times that day his sun would set Upon the Casual rider Streaking past the Stars At 17,000 Miles per hour Our winning Rover delighted To remain hung up in cool hours and long trips Smiling and riding in eternal transports Even where a dog died in a globe And still comes round enclosed In a heaven of russian wires Uncle stayed alive Gone in a globe of light Ripping around the pretty world of girls and sights It will be fun he thinks if by my cunning flight The ignorant and Africans become convinced Convinced of what? Nobody knows And Major is far out Four days ahead of his own news Until at last, the shy American smiles Colliding once again with air fire and lenses To stand on noisy earth And engineer Consent Consent to what? Nobody knows What engine next will dig a a moon What costly uncles stand on Mars What next device will fill the air with burning dollars Or else lay out the low down number of some Day What day? May we consent? Consent to what? Nobody knows Yet the computers are convinced Fed full of numbers by the True Believers
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 05:08:49 +0000
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