26.09.08 |

He did not want to be linked, by birth or blood
to the modest marshy field.
(Apparently he put on an English accent.)

But as he was a famous son,
grandchild, nephew, classmate, cousin,
childhood friend,
they are proud.

Erected in the centre of town
a few feet from the courthouse, on the town square,
is a scale model of his satellite.

To what scale, it does not say.
Which leaves us thinking
how great or small?

Hurling through space, this awkward object
attempts to give reference points to our collective history–
where we are from.
And perhaps too,
where we are going.

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