Meadows of the Motherland Your farmer's ashes sown By fallen stars Bear mankind another strand Of unearthly dreamings grown From earthly scars "k**ers all!" he cried Flames clawing at his throat Through melted fore Hands jut from stygian tide Upon the ferryman's boat Dashed on the shore Shrieks of the atmosphere Deafened the engineer Vessel now commandeered By twisted chute Thoughts to his warnings spurned Promised a safe return Brezhnev's plan unconcerned By wild fears Voiced by a mute Call To grieving wife Family left below Governemt strife: Father in Thrall His daughter's grin While plaing in the snow Solar panels Undeployed Radio channels Lost in void Foretold to fail Rode on a stallion pale Orbit 19., Ordered home Blue and the green Roads to Rome Oreintation From the sun Ion propulsion Manually run Halt The second launch Thunder from the squall Future blood staunched Rain's blessed Fault: Three crewmen spared Ther companion's fall The calm of space Aurora Borealis Fire of spirits pa**ed To cleanse of human malice Man's rise into the vast Burn, burn the ties that bind Mortals to the terrence rind Yearn, yearn to part the skies Upon an ark of sullen eyes He cursed the dust That bore him [screaming] ba*tard child abandoned to the clouds "Compost for the Kremlin Wall., Fed to blooms on Lenin's grave... Marvel as we heroes crawl To our d**hs so bravel!" Said Yuri to solemn friend "Soyuz will be a martur's end." "You cannot die in my stead," He replied. "You bring the Moon." He turned, hiding tears he'd shed And walked to his tomb Gagarin unsheathed his cross And prayed to sway a brother's loss This too shall pa** In bygone meadows of the Motherland A laborer boy studies planes gone by The unearthly dreamings of a framhand To pluck the planets from a fertile sky