by Nick Gisburne
A dagger splits the ceiling of the sky
The ship, a spinning blade of fractured light
A strangled thought, a question: “Will I die?”
Defiance, somehow, orders me to fight
We spiral through the atmosphere at speed
A single symbol penetrates my skull
Bewildered, as my eyes begin to bleed
I punch it, hard, to break apart the hull
The pieces fall like petals from a rose
But now another flower bursts to bloom
A canopy of shadow spreads and grows
And slowly I am lowered to my tomb
The ship, the chute, and I, reveal our worth
But all are fallen flowers, far from Earth
