Space

Here's a snippet of Jack Butler's poem "The Kid Who Wanted to Be a Spaceman":

I wanted so badly to be a spaceman.
I became a Christian by accident at six — I’d only stood
—– to ask if this was the invitation,
but they thought I was coming forward,
and then I saw my mother weeping in terrible relief
—–and they were shaking my hand,
and it felt good to be congratulated for my moral courage,
and I kept quiet.

All this in a revival in a shotgun shack of weathered rough-
—– cut lumber in a cotton field.

How can I tell you what happened to my religion
when the robot in The Day the Earth Stood Still
lifted his master in a gesture like the Pieta
and took him back to the flying saucer and brought him back
—– to life?

If you want to read the rest, you'll have to head over to Pretty Fakes where Prof Fury has reprinted the poem in its entirety.  Its well worth a few minutes of your morning, any morning, to read some Butler, any Butler.  Have you taken my advice and grabbed a copy of Jujitsu for Christ yet?