Do not land
All heroes spat
back out into orbit
Choking, my dust in their lungs
I ask no man to come
light up my caves
Another boot on my cheek
and I shall nova
But the never-ending story
is that you all
cannot help yourselves
So you block out the stars
for the rest of us
Fly in –
eyes hungry on my heavens
(jogging, all cheekbones, ponytail,
WaPo fanny pack)
– on your fantasy mission
Disrupt the beautiful spinning
of me and my sisters
because you mistake us
for
your homes