The Fullest of Crypts is in the Open Air

Astronaut 2

Houston hasn't called in days.

I bet the comms tower is down.

From here I can't do anything anyway,

Except wait for a squawk to drown

Out the silence. Wasting away,

Our faces blank. No smile or frown.

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Two more weeks till a scheduled supply.

Emergency stash is still currently dry.

Wish they'd bring drugs to try.

I drive a Mercedes, them a Bentley.

Never again will I wonder why

I hated them so gently.

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Everyone is getting stressed.

It's hard when we can't talk to the ground.

Even when I'm getting dressed

I can't stop worrying about the sound.

When the button and I get depressed,

Not one peep from the other ends hounds