i still recall the day they took your picture for the press / your crew and you with steely eyes and helmets to your chests / you fixed your gaze upon the world at large and then you said / don't remember us as gods but as hungry humans
i still live in Boca Chica paying double rent / where the whine of every rocket is a widower's lament / i drive the 4 from Brownsville to the old Palmito ranch / and ask the guards who walk along the blast area fence: / "when will it ever be my rocket summer?"
they moved the Earth and ocean at a billionaire's behest / now the ships tear up the sky lik...