And so as soon as she’d removed the screws,
she dropped the panel just within her reach,
but out of his, as one with naught to lose
might leave a rowboat hidden by the beach.
With that in mind, she made the little snip
and others. Here a tighten, there a splice,
and then they were in motion. Get a grip!
Recover balance! This was not so nice.
“It’s dark,” he said, as he switched on the spots.
The day returned by quadrants all around.
She had to look, though knowing she’d see lots
of damaged corpses strewn about the ground
The smoke was clearing now, and nearby knelt
some half a dozen tubes. They had reclaimed
the humans from her ship, and Esther felt
relief, regret, and something yet unnamed.
Her relatives were safe; for that thank God,
but Esther could have joined them had she known.
And more than death, that they now lived abroad
increased her sense of being all alone.
Now she had Ciral, whom she could not lose.
Someone like this would not again appear,
so when he said again that she could choose,
she gave up them and then for him and here.
©2011 Louis A. Merrimac
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