Zooming In Poem by Debasish Datta

A spaceship launched in Cyrus-3
is zooming in on us
as you ride to evening school
in the yellow bus

I heard you tell the other day
it visits you in dream
That would be when fractal probes
pierce the solar seam

Money murder memories
infernal jumping around
mix a bloody scent to call
the baying stellar hound

Night is still not very near
I'll pat the exquisite knee
hold your hand for one more year
till the locust are free