The roar of the spectators and the spectacle sound, A thousand tiny suns anchored to steel beat down, And I, high above the champion of the disaster, captain of the impending descent, orchestrator of their frenzy.
Some roar to rouse him,
most roar for his blood.
He lies, like one sleeping
unsuspecting,
unforgiving.
Nothing to break the fall but the body;
nothing to break the body but the fall.
And I am destruction airborne.
Flashes burst, shutters close,
and the caption beneath the photo reads:
Crash landing; no survivors,
save Starship Pain.
