The International Space Station
witnesses 16 sunrises and 16 sunsets each day
A child throws watercolour shoals at the wall
awed by the beautiful carnage he created
One day he may read
a poem about butterflies
guillotined in thresher blades,
and think of this moment
Laika hollered at scarecrows in the skies
circumvented gravity with fatal fear,
final bones she ever chased
lay in seabed wreckage, beneath her
Yuri Gagarin’s diving board was
the Kremlin compressed upon his chest,
yet still he fell…
and drowned








Ok “Porn of Butterflies?” That is funny.
that last stanza that he drowned in her was my favorite