We waited for the dust to settle down, <br />then laid some foil down on the ground. <br />I passed some tubes of food around. <br /> <br />I heard the com link deep in side <br />this prison glass that held my mind. <br />I fed her gently through access ports. <br />It was a private moment…of sorts. <br /> <br />Then relaxing upright, <br />our prison suits held us tight. <br />We used her laser to count some stars, <br />and marveled at the lights on Mars. <br /> <br />I heard her sigh, and knew the meaning— <br />the counter time had non remaining. <br />I loved her so, she held my trust. <br />No atmosphere. No rot. No rust. <br /> <br />We entered the rover and found our berths, <br />then turned the vehicle to face the Earth. <br />We both just cried, and looked beyond, <br />and thought about life there, that went wrong, <br />and now is gone. <br /> <br />From our station we heard the blast, <br />'Get back to work, and make it fast.'<br /><br />Maynard Hartman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lunar-lunch-break/
