Eyes right. Eyes aloft
Not a single moment to be lost.
Agitators laid down their agit props,
Bumming bums pulled out all stops.
Corporate execs wiped their gold-rim’d specs.
What’s THAT, you say?
An eagle, a Pterosaur.
A giant baby whale piggybacking once more.
Is it possible, in our own crazed age,
Some feat of science melded with spirit
May still amaze?
What Soup’man, no Donner, nor Blitzen
Is Splittin the sky.
We need not ask why.
No act of war, merely a friendly
Pass, Canceling an iceberg tragedy
Across a century of tinkling
Glass. For five minutes on April seventeenth,
We were again one land, bound by heaven above,
And Love beneath!