Pictures of Rocket Ships: A Poem by David Rogers


The Apollo rockets
were disappointing to look at
at least til they erupted in clouds
of fire and thunder
giant white sterile syringes
aerodynamic yet aesthetically dull
missiles with tiny cans of sealed air on top
I prefer the curvy ships of the 1950s
sleek as Anne Francis’ thighs
in those enticing dresses she wore on
Prospero’s forbidden planet
rockets with rounded portholes
spiral staircases
gothic mansions in space
Why worry about force mass acceleration
Let engineers work out the numbers
If they claim the magic
of attraction cannot overcome gravity
let them study photos of Marilyn
in her habit of white
read The Tempest
then do the math