Fuelled

Fuelled

by a million

man-made

wings of fire-

the rocket tore a tunnel

through the sky –

and everybody cheered.

Fuelled

only by a thought from God –

the seedling

urged its way

through the thickness of black –

and as it pierced

the heavy ceiling of the soil –

and launched itself

out into outer space –

no

one

even

clapped.

poem by MARCIE HANS