http://slow.writerscafe.org/ryanemartin The original writings of author Ryan Elijah Martin Ang en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1775984112 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 I am looking down at my home planetOne last timeStaring out at rivulets of fireBlazing through the smokeThe last light of the last cityBurned out yesterdayI can barely see the forms of the continentsWe tore the skin of the EarthFrom her body to build our last escapeThey tell you .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanemartin/1640805/ Death, they told me, was like gravity.A vice-grip destiny, inescapable and persistentI learned at NASA to use gravity to escape into free spaceAnd so I did a slingshot around my death into eternal life.No one told me that forever would be so cold. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanemartin/1620382/ This poem has been a work in progress for over a year now. I reshape it every time I perform it at slams. I'd really appreciate whatever feedback you can give. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/ryanemartin/1620370/