I wrote a poem about space junk

ROCKET BODIES

Circling
Whirling
Litter
What was that?
A meteor? No.
Space Junk (aka orbital debris)
Man-made space garbage
Probably some old rocket bodies and dead satellites
thousands of pieces in pounds and tons of danger
Smaller bits: paint chips that flake away from the outsides of devices, nuts and bolts, garbage bags, a lens cap, screwdriver, and even a spatula.*
Falling faster than a speeding bullet
Waiting to hit
Anywhere
Anytime
While you’re driving
When you’re sleeping

HOW WHAT WHEN WHERE HOW WHY
How did this happen?
What solution? Is there a solution?
When will we hear about this on the news?
Where is the warning light?
How about a magnetic space junk garbage truck?
WHY NOT?


*2019: National Geographic: Experts predict an increasing threat of space junk that will fall to Earth.
A Forgotten Piece of Space Junk is Headed for Earth: The object could be a lost piece of a rocket dating back to the Apollo missions
A new radar system will track 250,000 tiny pieces of space junk.

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Excellent poem about the new extremes of Manifest Destiny.
LT said…
They always want something for nothing.

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