Friday, May 28, 2010

In the Bast Nebula by Deborah Walker

In the Bast Nebula

By Deborah Walker

Space cats,
mewling at the air shaft,
scratching at the metal-glass windows
with their asteroid pocked claws,
insisting on coming inside.

I am the only pilchard in this tin
So lonely, so alone.
Flying though the Bast nebula
which hangs like a golden eye in the face
of these endless badlands.

The sleeting radiation washes over me
like crazy rain.
Galactic kitties don’t like getting wet.


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