In the moment beforethe bright flash, the outcry of terror, and the sudden silence,
A small boy walked beside his father, looked up at the sky,
Saw the great grey orb looming above the canopy,
Framed by a spreading hole in the morning mist,
The nightís rain evaporating from long, broad leaves.
He tugged his fatherís sleeve, asked him, Does it rain in space?
And if it does, after the rain, do new moons grow,
Like toadstools on the forest floor? His father smiled,
Turned his face to the sky, following his sonís gaze,
Just in time to see the crater open, the laser beams coalesce.
Poetry by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-05-07 at 21:52
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