Starship ’79

light betrays the fine wrinkling dust
The scars of asteroids
The finest starship dancing with space junk
An odd jig circling the hemisphere
A fortune its radio sings
Of human love
Of humanity at all
A pilot who treads the stars
Knows the Earth
Speaks of hell
In such pretty language


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