To Live and Die in Starlight
To live and die in starlight—my dark tomb
I await as my last breath space swallows.
Static–no rescue from this chill’d, stark womb.
No shining rebirth as stars do follows
this silent end of asphyxiation.
No state funeral, no six gun salute–
No alien felled me for my nation.
No blanket of flags to warm my spacesuit.
My ship, my headstone, one more asteroid,
ablaze amid earth’s atmosphere, streaming
ash from astronaut Lloyd, dead in the void.
He lived and died in starlight bleak and cold,
No warmth of flesh, no smile to behold.