BY DR. AGONSON
Unshining star, an empty field
of rusted battle husks,
ensnared in graveyard orbit, shield
us from thy deadly lux.
What godless heart invented thee?
What cruel and twisted mind?
What sinful soul dare turn thy key
his brothers’ souls to bind?
A haunted place where armies met,
where planets went to war;
a scar here left none can forget,
and all the worlds abhor.
They ring around, those empty ships,
eclipse your deadly beams,
but now and then, one shifts or slips—
a fault! the death-light streams.
Unhappy planet, where it lands,
unhappy race there too,
the surface seared to desert sands.
All future life there’s through.
Tale Told 