Laika
Let's all float so slow up here
Circling the earth so near
Together we'll ensure it's clear
Clear to come back down again
Maybe we'll just drift some more
Lie on our backs and watch the rain
Of stars and comets, waiting for
The radio static to make us sane
Biotronic, symbiotic
Calibrated radar phonics
Talking to us through the snow
Of system traffic sweeping low
Everybody's here, let's start the show
Send us back up into space
It's quiet and we love it so
It's where we've learned to slow the pace
It's digital and it's stereo
Simple beats and audio
Coming in with clarity
Leaving the desparity
Trapped inside the little pod
Outside, we see it's pretty odd
Just floating, lifeless, in the void
Shipwrecked with the humanoids
The sound is out and it's about
To come back down to us again
Come back down and bring us out
Bring us back to what we've been
Laika won't you take us back
Take us back to the strange fact
Take us back to all our dreams
In fact we like in the streams
We float so free up in this cream
The cosmic convalescing beam
So fire away and send us back
Send us straight back through the sky
Tell us that we can't come back
Take your aim and let us fly
We'll fly it straight and fly it true
We'll tell you that we've made it through
Don't you worry, we're ok
Time is on our side today
So just sit back and let us work
We know what we're doing, jerk
Sure we've slipped up here and there
But knowing that you never cared
We'd do it twice without regret
Since a "good job" is all we get
So keep us tight, keep us in line
We're looking down, give us a sign
To let us know it's safe up here
We're anxious and collecting fear
Laika won't you let us know
Give us "yes" or give us "no"
Just the silence in itself
Isn't really gonna help
We're practically going insane
Fighting sleep just to regain
A sense of safety in our flight
A sense that we'll all be alright
Tell my wife I love her so
I know she may not really know
But everything I've done up here
I did in hopes that every tear
Would be enough to get me here
Up here with my musketeers
out here on the true outside
Where dreams and memory collide
To form the basis of our hope
The truth that we will never know
What keeps the world of ours afloat
And tells us where we're meant to go
Who we are and what we'll be
Why we're here and what it means
All the answers, all are here
All so very very near
All it takes is conquering fear
All it takes is just to peer
Out over that timely field
Right past where it says to yield
We went over and came back
We know now what it is we lack
The species we are going to be
The truth of our true destiny
Let us down and we will share
Bring us back into the air
We have something you'd like to see
You'll never guess, we have the key
Bring us home and we will tell
The world is going straight to hell
But we have found some hope at last
Get us back and make it fast
The world below has little time
Come and get us, we're still here
What do you mean we're not your kind?
We might have changed, but we still fear
All the pain you humans do
We have emotions just like you
We know love and we know pain
We know this must seem quite insane
Bring us back so you can see
What it is you're meant to be
~
I'm very proud of this one. Laika was a stray dog that the Soviet's sent up into space as part of an experiment during the Cold War. She was the first animal ever launched into orbit, though she died hours after launch due do to overheating. The general public was told that she died of oxygen depletion on day six of her orbit, but it was a cover-up to make the Soviets look good. The entire staff had grown incredibly fond of her. One of the scientists, Dr. Vladimir Yazdovsky, even took her home to play with his children. He later wrote "I wanted to do something nice for her. She had so little time left to live." Sputnik 2 (the capsule containing her) disintegrated upon re-entry, along with Laika's remains.
The poem itself was partly inspired by the story of Laika, but I mostly went in with the idea of preferring space to Earth, how someone might go and see how quiet and serene it could be up there. A failure to adjust to terrestrial life, so to speak. I also played with the idea of being lost for a while and then finally being found, but coming back as something else. Something.... different.
Picture is an actual stock photo of Laika
In case you're wondering, there is now a statue dedicated to the little puppy outside of the Russian cosmonaut training facility