We cannot be sure if he has left or if only we no longer hear of him.
Everyone on the radio speaks in a new style
of twists to keep us listening.
Villains ally with heroines
and are found out through their devices.
The error in the formula keeps us thinking.
After warnings, danger became acute.
Later we said and by now believe
had we embarked before we knew
we would have made home intact.
Meanwhile we are getting by.
My gray hairs grow in bent.
I tell you we lived on the food of astronauts.
It left us full of space and hungry for the stars.
First published on sarahwrotethat.com.
Photos and composite: Sarah Malone