The spaceship lifted sputnik (mankind’s
best friend), a companion in orbit like
the small dog circles the big dog’s path
[remember (Dezik, Lisa, Bars, Lisichka,
Laika, Pchyolka, Mushka) all the little dogs
who died for science. (In the West, we
killed monkeys [but named them less well:
Albert I, Albert II, Albert III, Albert IV].
None lived to eep the tale.)]. We sent men,
eventually, and named capsule and rocket
for gods (or near-gods): Gemini, Mercury,
Apollo, Titan, Saturn. There was romance
then [fantasy enough to flow along un-
contoured control panels, switches and
foil; babyfood through a tube was ambrosia
for these astro- (not argo-) nauts], danger
too: Mercury leads souls to the afterlife.
The Gemini, Castor and Pollux, one mortal
and one not, forced to separate (although
there are other ways people have the story
go). Best then to abandon myth. STS
is a good name for a ship. And Skylab
and missions named “42-D.” The public
[having learned no lessons (and loving TV)]
namedthe first shuttle Enterprise, gleeful
with Star Trek nerd whimsy; Columbia,
dream of the patriotic dove; Challenger
shaking its fist at the sky [and seeming
to attract the gods’ ire in reply (perhaps
Icarus would have better suited that craft?)];
Discovery, Atlantis, and Endeavour spoke
of other worlds, better worlds, lost worlds,
found worlds, the work it takes to cultivate
such wonders, but no other craft was ever
better named than mir at the end of a long
cold war, or the International Space Station
sounding so “Grand Central to the Stars.”
1. naughts and crosses
2. gem of the ocean
3. world/peace