Yelena, they say I said
I did not see him up there,
strapped in and hurled
like a stone at heaven
I was not looking.
The doctors said
"handles celestial mechanics with ease"
but he has never sat in a vostok,
in a biscuit tin atop an ICBM
before I went, I consecrated you to the saints,
I pissed on the tire of the bus
and the great monolithic state spat me like a seed
into the face of god
and I came back with him all over me,
and they carved my face in stone and gold
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