NeverEnder – Space Epic Poem / BOOK III / Chapter I / XXXVIII


Turbans on the slave-galley, Damascus steel
blazing; Desert Storm invokes mellifluous
Sappho, tempting her Fortune-Muse.

A captive in the fray, she’s amidst shadow
faces; out there space-giants gorge on
whole planets’ worth of seas, vomiting
cosmic waste; nine times, they fuck.