“Ah, qu’ as tu fait avec ta jeunesse!”
Todd was dumbfounded.
The Bierce case? It seemed uncon.
It must have been Jorge, miling a little,
like the over-confident Todd herself,
who had put the announcements in echoes!
Still no conceivable reasoning in from La Pensée,
& Vostok was hit by random parties of small white craft,
striving to see how any of them could epitomize desaster.
The words space & time, eclipse & infiltration:
That, she thought, walking off briskly across the launch pad,
is where they’ll be wondering when.
Peter Bies © 2010