We take for granted
that Clearspace above us
yet invisible in the night sky
a near-collision:
a dead Soviet,
a Space X rocket body,
a cloud of 720 school buses of
defunct satellites
robotic arms
and an old rocket booster
260,00 softballs of 500,000 marbles of 100 million grains of salt of
debris a catasprophic consortium of companies
Deploy a net.
Ensnare space.
Harpoon a Soyuz 2.
Burn it up,
atmosphere!
Removed from orbit
end of life safely
in the sky
we take for granted.
Found poem from “Mission to clean up space junk with magnets set for launch” By Katie Hunt, CNN, April 1, 2021.
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Lisa Eve Cheby, poet, librarian, and daughter of Hungarian immigrants has been published in journals and anthologies including TAB: Journal of Poetics and Poetry, Santa Ana River Review, So To Speak, Ruminate, Gathering, Drawn to Marvel, and Coiled Serpent. She was writer in Residence at Sundress Academy for the Arts’ Firefly Farms and Dorland Mountain Arts. She has three chapbooks are available from dancing girl press. http://lisacheby.wordpress.com
