Another Death Star

i hear lady vader's footsteps
clang on the stainless steel
gangway; i look busy attending
to my knobs & flashing buttons
but the dark side is so strong
in this one that i am forced
to switch on an emergency power
generator - red lights bleed
across my console & i swivel
in my chrome-plated bauhaus /
ikea captain's chair to face
her wrath should it ever come
there is another death star i
explain it contains no flaws
unlike its predecessors into
whose plans lord vader for some
reason saw fit to introduce
design elements that would
make a first year engineer
blanch; perhaps he knew even
then something of his fate -
or else at central casting he
overheard a script development
meeting ... were those two
hideously greige orbs a kind
of metaphor for his own body's
penetration fantasy a slight
shudder as the x-wing entered
the duct? how else to explain
the ridiculous ease with which
those rebels identified our
killing machines' weakness -
other than by referring to that
space (in vader)? my lady i
digress - & our plans progress
would you care to inspect? with
a slight limp she follows me
down to the docking bay where
our transport awaits - after
you i murmur giving way so as
to watch as her plastic skirts
sashay hinting at the power of
that incredibly spherical 


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