in Poems


Beyond the firewall,
Thetes a-drilling.
Scintillation, precise as tubes.
Spot flares bask the gamma rays in fog.
What use is a snow pistol?
My electronic ink freezes the display.
My read-outs betray a breeze.
I wheeze – in & out – relieved
& finally on Mars.

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