R/ckets and S/ntries

it pains stupid trace
mineral breath
consistent with
panic in the dark
exactitude while embedding
more informational
pointers at the
thrust of given sense
while sturdy human
countries receive
many patents and
clumps of grass
lay in the gutter
to become
transmogrified as the next
nation or situational
politics that gladdens the dim
field of play

runners take to the ridge and seize
green billows of air then stand to proclaim
that this hunk of sweat cares
and gives a shit and reaches
a high climax of present
and accounted for

it's only a model
but the aliens see
cunning
in its design