Our breathless sky cries out to no avail,
Then sheds a lonely, sad yet hopeful tear
Whose fleeting, silent-screaming dusty tail
Draws whispered wishes that return each year.
But aims of flight to long-sought stars soft-seen
Are blind men’s visions brought by fever dreams:
To dance among those heaven-favored worlds pristine
We pinched the earth with corsets of steel beams,
We struck the crust to frack out poisoned soil,
We swallowed smoke and frothed our bloody seas;
To catch that tear to fill our tanks with oil
From far-off worlds, we beg on bleeding knees.
As falling stars give way to smoky dawn
Our hope to leave and start again lives on.