The Poems of Edward Keyes

Laika

Far from garden haunts and field smells, Pats and caresses of hands, from all your intimate earthiness, You were hurled beyond earth’s orbit, into scentless space. The tool of science, plaything for cold minds Plotting hubristic conquest of their vacant heavens. Your heart which once leapt at known voices, bones, Potential mates, sight of cats, …