Gunther rattles apart on re-entry,
his paunch turning to blancmange
as the ground crew stab frantically
at iPads.
Somewhere over Norway,
Gunther opens like a crocus:
look, say parents, pointing at the skylight,
the fat astronaut is reborn,
and children watch in wonder
as he breaks into glowing segments,
hot fat oozing like tallow,
like dreams.
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