composed over years, I made what I could
in the time allotted, which seems to be ever
abundant even as my span in it
decreases, like the space between walls
in an industrial trash compactor
in the belly of a DS-1 orbital battle station.
There are men with money making decisions
we'll have to live with, friends.
I make decisions we'll have to live with.
I need to get the transmission out,
use the comlink, let the people know
before I'm mush.
Yeah, I'm screaming--
in joy, in pain, why not both.