I'm surrounded in the asteroid belts so near,
Hails of them crash into a desolate moonlit crest.
Then I find myself floating in the stratosphere,
My space shuttle floating in the darkness,
Somewhere behind me. I see clouds I am flying past,
Towards the ground, even plumeting soundless.
In all my fear I'm astonished. I have healthy plants!
Well, ready for the greenhouse, my survival.
I can see my shadow on the ground as I land-
My capsule, I find myself surrounded by magma falls.
My stomach comes up. I crawl out. I lift myself free.
The ruby volcanic lava gushes and melts everything.
This is only proof of all wars hopes and endless vanity;
I've found what's left of our earth, too late to dream.