Dark     Night,Bright  Light.  Little 
 Soot-Cat Hiding  From  The  Ion Plume. 
                          
 A   GrungyTeenager,With  Soot  Smeared 
 AcrossHer Eyes,   Under The  Shadow  
 Of What   They   Call  TheSpaceship. 
                                 
 A  Secret  Ordinance Aimed  At  The Sky, 
 Fuel  Still Being  Synthesized  Offsite. 
 She'S     A    Sentinel.          
 She  Thinks:    Soon   We  Will  Create 
 Cavities   Within  The   Satellite. 
                                    
 The  Spaceship  Morphs Ever  So  Slowly, 
 Casting And  Recasting Shadows As Big As 
 Entire  Districts.  But  Currently,  She 
 Would  Be In The Open, If Not For Hiding 
 In A    Hollowed   Out Delivery Truck. 
                                          
 Spaceship    Hovering,  Ion Exhaust,  
 Spore      Exhaust,   An   Otherworldly 
 Snowstorm  Of  Alien Dandruff  (And  The 
 Air  Perpetually   Compromised,   Making 
 Them  Breathe  In  All  Sorts   Of  Nice 
 Things   Leading   To   All   Sorts   Of 
 Reasonable                       States)