This thing of shapes cylindrical,
Orthogonal and technical
That floats in orbital ellipse
High above the solid Earth
Provides a living space for man,
A silver footprint stamped into emptiness.
Its blue petals stare at the Sun’s eye
To interpret glare into electricity.
To spin the motors, clean the air
Keep the place alive.
Within, the astronauts,
Designed for up and down
Revolve and flounder,
Their architecture confounded
For lack of gravity’s commands.
Their confused bones tend to disintegrate,
Undemanded muscles lose purpose
Their entire structure cries out
To battle surface forces, push against solidity
To lean against the wind, shoulder aside
The snow, the hail, the rain.
Beyond the metal membrane
Vacuum crouches in anticipation
To toy with these invaders,
Spout out their blood in fountains
Send them back down
In sparking parabolas.