Rocket Science
- Joshua Devraj
- Dec 20, 2016
- 1 min read
For Gregor, who did not die in vain.
The craters continue to linger on the ground,
Cold steel still lodged in its dirty flesh.
Homes have become debris- dust,
dug into the earth by demons hundreds of miles away.
And yet the haunted rockets still scrape the sky.
And the people scream as they witness
the wonder found among the stars.
With televisions the captivated people look up to the moon
as if they were gliding through space themselves,
luminosifying the night sky
with rockets, with warm sunshine!
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