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VULCAN XL319

I don’t really want to go
But they left me here too long
When they returned me from ascension
They left me here too long

I had the role to retaliate
With a cargo of Yellow Sun
So carefully named
And the ball of flames I can bring
Is described as beautiful
Yes, the testers described it as beautiful

If they sent me beyond iron
I would have stayed
For they swayed briefly
When they said
We cannot refuel you
And anyway
Would I want them , really?
All burned like that.

But stuck here in anticipation
Caged in with this rusting wire
Already giving way
I poke my bottlenosed cone
Just over the wire
As though an animal
Sniffing a vacant loving hand
Hoping for a reprieve

And people come with lenses
stemming tears
The enthusiasts
Of cold war junk.
others want rid
with burning torches
The apathy for history
Oblivious with cutting hands

I don’t really want to go
I was so sophisticated
powerful, a god of olympus
But like all the empires
That end in ashes
I feel, so will mine.
Just one more sunset
For Vulcan xl319