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Men in SpaceThe first man in space went up with a terrified determination. He couldn't know if he would come back, or even if he would leave the atmosphere, or even if he would leave the launch pad. There were tests and animals and a lot of sacrifices, but there was never a certainty that men were supposed to venture into space and come back alive. He was ordered to be a hero and pressured to be brave, and so he put up a face for the world to see on large propaganda posters. No one knows what went on inside his head, maybe not even he himself.
When he went up there, to the great last frontier, he was at once the loneliest and the most famous man alive and what he saw was beyond description. He could not contain the raw emotion he felt at seeing the earth. It was light and darkness, cold and heat, a space without end. He screamed into the microphone of his large helmet and described the surface of his planet, overjoyed and crazed and barely able to address the people on the other side as his superi
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
longdead leafa longdead leaf
burnt brown in the depth of green
cups a handful of fresh water
a leaf left behind
holds something of worth
forgoing death with its dead body
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