Last Thoughts of a Cosmic Fighter Pilot
Richard H. Fay
Shields and thrusters spent;
Photon cannon dead.
Adrift on the line
As saucers break through.
Warning sirens blare
While fried circuits blow.
Smoke blurs reddened sight
As I think of you.
Recall soft green grass
Beneath our bare feet.
Hear birds sing sweetly
As they welcome spring.
Spy your smiling face;
Taste your loving lips.
Feel heated passion
As my ship explodes.
Originally published in Aphelion, August 2011
