Old Astronauts

Een animatie van Emma Burghardt, gebaseerd op Tim Nolans gedicht ‘Old Astronauts’.

Old Astronauts

When they get together now—
they nod to one another—
don’t talk about the pitch-
black of airless space—
don’t want to remember
the dust of the Moon
in the treads of their boots—
They fall in bathrooms—
just like everyone else—
but from a greater height—
and before their heads
hit the tiled floor—
they float for awhile—
weightless—seeming to dance
at the end of a cord—
One of them found
Noah’s Ark—or is just
about to—mostly—they
remain dead silent—
Whatever they saw and felt—
lost for generations—it’s that
they were led to believe
they really could escape—
the pull—of the molten core—

Tim Nolan

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