The Falcon (a poem)

Monday, May 5, 2025

There used to be
a wild in me—
reaching despite,
solo,
never tell me the odds.

they’d be crazy
to follow us,
wouldn’t they.

Necessary mania,
the lesser run—
punch it, Chewie,
the boost we need.

Not like dusting crops, boy—
skip off a star,
blast into another,
the ship’s blown apart,

Empire?
The last of our problems.

a few more tricks
up her sleeve,
this hunk of junk—
you’re watching me,
I can feel it.

navi-computer,
L3 and Lando—
Han had it coming.

a storied rebellion,
the ghost in the ship,
and the essence of resistance.

aboard the Falcon,
saved so many—
we’ve stopped counting.

More than a ship, transcendent machine, droid spirit, rebel attitude, high velocity, blast radius, into revolutionary