This is, in all seriousness, a love poem to a starship.
I'm on the last two episodes of Battlestar Galactica and I gotta tell you, I have never been so sad to see a character fall apart and fail as I was to see Galactica breaking down. Anyone else watched the series? those people I hope are the ones most likely to appreciate/understand the poem x) Likely go to scraps or just outright be gone pretty quick- just had to write something, you know? For just being a piece of metal, I fracking loved that ship.
Comment for Scifi group here: [link]
's piece "And Screamed"
More like this:
I'll go a thousand miles a second
and fade away before the sun has reached its height.
There's no return planned,
and I'm so sure, so sure,
that there will be none.
I'll be three days older when you die
(of a heart attack, or something worse.)
It's too long a time for me to imagine
that they'll find a cure.
("We don't forget our own")
Your grandchildren do.
I'd like to say I'm giving you a second chance
but this is not a gift (not now, but it will be)
Our babies understand (they will, they will)
And so I was the shadow, the power, the reason
that everything came true.
I am the secret that made heroes great
and I was the o
cry on my shoulder,
or give me a reason not to
invade me, find your new home
i am just empty land
and your touch, my dear,
your touch could just
be the empire i need.