JOURNEY THROUGH THE STARS
One star seemed to separate itself
silver sheath at light speed
and as if hanging
cast a swathe of itself
as the old Earth came into view
and its front slid back
became an eye.
Once there had been a moon, tides
a sun's rays,
now there were other contenders.
The arid Earth had turned its back
seeking a new master,
weary in death,
Mountain ranges, valleys grey and forlorn
stippled a uniformity of umber sky.
the eye began to close
the bullet ship passing on
with no second glance
no thoughts of its own.