Daily Poem Entries

Crossbeam

Crossbeam

Oh Scottie, she never does quite
blow with that staggering might
in final series-ending conflagration
we could call confirming destination,
and never again to boldly go
as interspacial wanderers to and fro,
hiding disappointment as we find
that time again and out of mind
far from no man being before,
it seems that humans evermore
infest each universal corner still,
this remaining our bitterest pill.

E’en so, my Scottish engineer,
adventure done, I’m leaving here.
If you will kindly beam me up
and, more than that, to fill my cup
of gratitude at job well done,
complete this task without the fun
of mixing me with yon Vulcan sidekick
(I know that you enjoy such tricks).
Instead you bring us separate
and so avoid more desperate
attempts to undo intertwining -
I find crossbeaming uninspiring.


Line count: 24
Rhyming couplets
For The Daily Poem, 02.03.26
Prompt: Crossbeam.