The launching deck is now a memory cast in stone
and when the space vehicle launches, suddenly
to travel far and from the platform, is gone
people cheer, while a omen encompass me
in the distance it shimmers
and when the space vehicle launches, suddenly
with flames exploding it glimmers
raining down in pieces and smoke
in the distance it shimmers
and anguish suddenly makes me choke
when man stays locked to destiny, bound in time and space
raining down in pieces and smoke
apocalypse unfolding during that sheer climb, against earth’s face
seventy three seconds and then catastrophe
when man stays locked to destiny, bound in time and space
is caught forever vividly in memory like a universal apostrophe:
The launching deck is now a memory cast in stone,
seventy three seconds and then catastrophe,
to travel far and from the platform is gone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem