They should have sent
a doctor,
armamentarium included.
Without her here,
from heel to ear
my skeleton's protruded.
They should have sent
a technician, too,
implements in tow.
His tricks to whip
scrap back to shipI (sadly) do not know.
And last, they should have sent
a pilot
far too skilled to blow it.
If I'm to die,
ask Houston whythey sent just me, a poet.