[FPSPACE] poem in memory of Vladimir Syromyatnikov
kgottschalk at uwc.ac.za
Thu Nov 16 13:39:59 EST 2006
I hope that no one is upset by the irreverant tone of this, but it's hard to make docking spacecraft modules sound poetic. So I had to struggle a bit for a metaphor. If anyone knows his next of kin, & if, in your judgement, they would like this rather than be upset by it, pleases feel free to forward it to them.
Vladimir Syromyatnikov 1923 * 2006
his algorithms were about aiming ack-ack guns
mounted on tanks
but his trajectory switched in its tracks
sworn to secrecy: docking spacecraft
in space your kisses must be perfect
mouth sealed on mouth.
a brush-off means more than a brush-off:
gasping - the bends - death.
so give it lip, sista, lotsa lip,
lips exploring, lips bonded,
in trust, & in fun.
for more than three decades,
many floated in space in bliss,
thanks to Vladimirs secrets
(matchmaker, fine-tuned the nuptials
of Salyut, Apollo-Soyuz, Mir, & space station)
if you want a lo-o-o-ng relationship
whisper: our lips are sealed -
theres only life, you can only live
on our side of the rubber!
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