The Last Scrap
The Starship Calamity barrels on,
Her belly reeking from the bodies that decorate her deck.
Her operators travel the corridors as before,
Except they slide across the floor now,
Flopping through sudden stopping:
Once easily avoided obstacles interrupt
Tumbles toward further oblivion.
The Starship Calamity has a similar destination.
Guideless space greets the craft as a friend,
But there is hunger in his handshake.
Through it all:
The skirmishes that earned the Starship Calamity her name,
She is the last scrap
Of a suicide mission.
She is doomed to sail the sky
Until the universe decides
His own belly needs to reek.