Drones, The
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Edwin backs into the voidHe's not in training nowAnd the pilot standing 19 feetFrom Edwin on the surfaceBleached bone whiteWas once a pilot who flewSorties in a warBut that don't matter any moreEdwin's three feet from the floorAs the pilot without warningTakes a piss inside his pantsHoping his pressure suit don't boilAnd Edwin does the sameCharles Darwin's royalsThe Eagle too, man's greatest featMiraculously intactAll acute angles, knees and elbowsSquats in golden underpantsMuch later in the dayEdwin locks the cargo bayAnd turns to see the cyclopsNeil Armstrong through the hatchHe's drifting further out of wednesdayEye clamped between the ice capsSongtexteThen Edwin does the sameThey're like two orphans at the window of an aeroplaneIt's 200 below zeroThe sun's shrieking like an owlTheir footprints crush the bones of fairiesAs their grasps are disemboweled
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