Unearthly Dreamings

Meadows of the Motherland,
 your farmer's ashes sown
 by fallen stars,
 bear mankind another strand
 of unearthly dreamings grown
 from earthly scars.
 "Killers all!" he cried,
 flames clawing at his throat
 through melted fore.
 Hands jut from stygian tide
 upon the ferryman's boat,
 dashed on the shore.
 Shrieks of the atmosphere
 deafened the engineer,
 vessel now commandeered.
 by twisted chute.
 Thoughts to his warnings spurned,
 promised a safe return,
 Brezhnev's plan unconcerned
 by wild fears
 voiced by a mute.
 Call
 to grieving wife,
 family left below.
 Governemt strife:
 father in
 thrall.
 His daughter's grin
 while plaing in the snow.
 Solar panels
 undeployed.
 Radio channels,
 lost in void.
 Foretold to fail,
 rode on a stallion pale.
 Orbit 19.,
 ordered home.
 Blue and the green,
 roads to Rome.
 Oreintation
 from the sun,
 ion propulsion
 manually run.
 Halt
 the second launch,
 thunder from the squall.
 Future blood staunched,
 rain's blessed
 fault:
 three crewmen spared
 ther companion's fall.
 The calm of space.
 Aurora Borealis,
 fire of spirits passed,
 to cleanse of human malice
 man's rise into the vast.
 Burn, burn the ties that bind
 mortals to the terrence rind.
 Yearn, yearn to part the skies,
 upon an ark of sullen eyes.
 He cursed the dust
 that bore him
 [screaming]
 bastard child abandoned to the clouds.
 "Compost for the Kremlin Wall.,
 fed to blooms on Lenin's grave...
 Marvel as we heroes crawl
 to our deaths so bravel!"
 said Yuri to solemn friend.
 "Soyuz will be a martur's end."
 "You cannot die in my stead,"
 he replied. "You bring the Moon."
 He turned, hiding tears he'd shed,
 and walked to his tomb.
 Gagarin unsheathed his cross,
 and prayed to sway a brother's loss.
 This too shall pass.
 In bygone meadows of the Motherland
 a laborer boy studies planes gone by.
 The unearthly dreamings of a framhand
 to pluck the planets from a fertile sky.