Edwin backs into the void
He's not in training now
And the pilot standing 19 feet from Edwin
On a surface bleached bone white
Was once a pilot flying sorties in a war
But that don't matter any more

Edwin's three feet from the floor
As the pilot without warning
Takes a piss inside his pants
Hoping his pressure suit don't boil
And then Edwin does the same

Charles Darwin's royals
Notice the Eagle too
Man's greatest feat miraculously intact
All acute angles, knees and elbows
Squats in golden underpants

Much later in the day
Edwin locks the cargo bay
And then turns to see the Cyclops
Neil Armstrong through the hatch
He's drifting further out of Wednesday
Eye clamped between the ice caps
Then Edwin does the same
They're like two orphans at the window of an aeroplane
It's 200 below zero
The sun's shrieking like an owl
Their footprints crush the bones of fairies
As their grasps are disemboweled