Laika

Good dog. You’re on the shaggy side of space

Laika I’ll miss you and our long days of fun

Playing with our stick in the big field

Even when you were a bad and stupid dog

Before you were inclined to nation and science –

What did you see then? Cats constellatory,

in revolt? You didn’t find that humbling

Or enough oxygen for more than a week

We sent you up just to spin you around

Puppy, it’s three times around and have a sleep.

We’ll find your brittlèd bones in the Pacific abyss

Encapsulated, diving down & collecting intricate doggy coral

To wave about, shouting Laika! Is this your ball?

Look, Laika’s back. Good dog. It never was, no.