Apophis

My
How close you come
Into my world
With distant hum
Close shave
First pass
The second
Well
Thy
Will
Be done
-
Through keyholed gravity
Earth it seems
May then succumb
Unless
With mans machines
Of battle
Might we overcome
Your deadly run
To prod you back
Toward the Sun
-
This scale of sabre rattling
Is no fun
We thought in space
That
There was room
For everyone
-
Clear off
I say
Or
We shall forcibly remove you
Apophis
99942
-
Begone

_

Egal Bohen
11-02-2005