Today's poem is by Martha Silano
Gerbils in Space
and geckos. Fruit flies, kernels of com.
Amoebas and bacteria. Black miceand white mice. Once upon a time a dog
named Laika ascended in Sputnik 2,egregious PR on account of no plan
for a safe return. But once they figured outre-entry, up went Belka and Strelka,
public support. Two Russian tortoises,a posse of mealworms, a few dozen
wine flies, all aboard Zond 5, firstorbiting of the moon. Before a human
could venture into weightlessness,six rhesus monkeys named Albert preceded
, each one charmed with his own uniquelyabysmal endexplosions, suffocation,
failing parachutes. The French launchedFelicette, electrodes jammed beneath
feline skin, transmitting her conditionto the safely on the ground. More than hers
a hundred miles above our penny-loafered feet,I wonder about the condition of the brains
beneath bouffanted, mop-topped heads,of a wavering between staunchest enemies
and let's-do-this-moon-thing-together friends.A dozen gerbils 350 miles above me as I type,
high-tech gadgets sucking up ethereal wastefor the broken-free and the gravity-blessed
for the constantly pulled in, constantly falling back.
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