Poem, Dead Horse, Fast
Starbound
October 5, 2023
there is no hustling here, no speed
nor rain, though where traditional
no need, we’ve all a-gathered in
some hands forgotten high
to lay to rest this racehorse
blessed with stupidity
who faster than the other horses
faster than the trams, faster even
yes indeed, than all the planes there are
did slam approaching lightspeed
into our fellow orbiter, neighing
in that horse-most tongue
buh-bye all y’all, I’m starbound
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