The need of the great is made small
a sacrifice when family
does need what one might call your all,
the last supper of your body.
You know the honor of this act
and all the good it keeps intact;
though you must sleep so to provoke
a man of peace to anger's yoke.
Death hides the view til all's unfurled;
the wreckage and the justice and
a chance at life, you understand.
A little rest and then the world
is full of work for you to do
with your crew, your family true.
YOU ARE READING
Star Trek: The Original Sonnets
PoetryEvery Monday at http://wondertalesprovidence.blogspot.com I post a reaction to an episode from Star Trek: The Original Series. Thematically inspired by certain episodes, some posts have verses which I have adapted into a series of Pushkin sonnets. E...
