The rockets will zoom tomorrow.
Up the universe, across the air we
breathe. It will fly – like a bullet
in space, tomorrow. Launch now
science or nuclear warhead? Glints
unquestionable gamma radiation.
Six-party talks. No sail, no fishing-zone,
no fly-zone “sa Pilipinas.” “Panginoon,
have mercy on us, have mercy.”
North Korea will launch a satellite.
UFO exploration, huge ET power?
Busy earth is alive, kicking 14 billion years!
Says Bishop Bastes “Pray! In
The Skylab, nothing happened.”
Says Mrs. Kim: “Pray, the best we
could do is pray!”
Empty airports tomorrow…
Space frozen dull. Clouds fiery red.
How to pray, be all, teaching each other.
A spectrum of stars will catch
Hunt inside a cloud net of blaze
Debris, shut off in Holy breath.