As starving sacked their underground
cathedrals, they were salvaged
by a zoo Soyuz.
From his astronaut's porthole
a cherub stares rapt
at their tube-nozzles, Jodrell Bank
dishes and vast woebegone
eyes, as in khaki
camouflage they stoop,
Michelangelos of soft earth,
dreams beneath their claw-machetes.
Now that they are safe
they are impotent.
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