The skins of the pod
Burn away one at a time
As I hurtled earthward
Once more - this flinging
Of myself is as old as I
Sleeping through the routine
And the darkness
Listening for the proximity
Warning - not hearing as
Well as I wish - one more
Meteor, it seems fitting
Accepting the flesh
And blood along with
Iron Pyrite. Sparkles
Now appear though I
Am still quite high.
Below they know and fire
At where they think I am.
My shield, if it works will
Deflect it all as it has
Before. I search my
Helmet display - see the
Dnieper further away than I
Thought. I'll stretch though
With One good leg enough to
Reach it and then deploy in
Something I expect will sail
Me sleeping into the Black sea.
