The Rocketship lies upon it's quiet side in the still dusk
The intricacies of its shape subdued by the gathering dark
It's crash landing upon this new planet has gone unseen
Excess heat from reentry into the atmosphere steams off
Like so many wispy ghosts hissing softly up into the air
No one cries out. No one bleeds. No one stares in wonder.
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