“That’s no moon. It’s a space station.”

“It is exactly the right size to be a space station.”

A trans-light-speed engine must warp time and space
In order to travel from place to place
But such power is useful for more than just flight
For science has raised the theory to new heights

In order to carry its legions of troops
The station-ship makes sure its volume recoups
All zones allocated for mechanization
By increasing space for their habitation

The sort of support that that big a group needs
Is met by technology’n’ science with ease
Guaranteeing a space that one never could fill
By making the inside quite large, if you will

What’s darker than that though’s the destructive power
That makes all but most naïve researchers sour
With its target parameters all quite exact
The device can make space not expand but contract

With the help of a laser to estimate range
And precise orientation normal engines arrange
The reaction begins to collapse a world’s core
And a nuclear blast makes the planet no more.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2015. Title donated by Jon K.

This entry was posted on September 10, 2015 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Star Wars, Poem-a-day 2015