Down she plunges towards the earth
Product of technologies fantastic.
Chinese space lab no longer active
Now beyond control
Subject of monitoring intensive.
Where she lands nobody knows
Predictions only speculation
Of desert soil or ocean flows
And when she starts to disintegrate
Falling through the atmosphere
All contact will terminate
As eyes are fixed on vacant space
In the hope of a glimmer
Some reassuring trace
Of anything remaining
From this fragile craft that once
With the stars went sailing.
© David Subacchi
David Subacchi lives in Wales (UK) where he was born of Italian roots. He studied at the University of Liverpool and has 4 published collections of his English Language poetry: First Cut (2012), Hiding in Shadows (2014), Not Really a Stranger (2016) and A Terrible Beauty (2016) as well as a collection in Welsh: Eglwys Yng Nghremona (2016).