Here’s a short poem about a satellite.
Come and see me read some poetry at the Lush Showcase in Manchester on the 24th September! https://uk.lush.com/article/lush-showcase-2018-ticket-faq
Prometheus stirred at my making
He could not see beneath my titanium eyes
Designed to adore a distant mother
Was it jaundice or jealousy
Which turned him a shade of chartreuse
At my ascent of fire
To the place where I float on cradled paradise
Or perhaps he could not distinguish
The rocket from the eagle
For flesh, immortal metal
Stays cold to the sun on my neck
But I am no angel, nor is my duty divine
I serve as a witness
To a face out of balance
I gather answers to questions that I did not ask
I can only look
As Earth cries tsunamis and floods
As Man satisfies his cravings for
Lifeblood, draining the colour from her cheeks
I can only look
At illuminated torture
From my dwellings in darkness
Bound to a rock with everlasting chains
Harry Browse 