The poet they probably shouldn’t have sent. I watch anime and am sometimes accused of reading books. I'm writing a long gay giant robot story in verse—probably this millennium's best yuri mecha epic poem, through lack of competition.
'Now praise those names on tombs of steel engraved | And toll this rotting country’s countless bells.'
The living oft a full repeal
of coming things demand, in search misled:
to move one micrometre Fortune’s wheel,
to twist a fate, is sinew-flame ordeal—
from space’s start descends a chain of cause,
and even gods august contend with laws.
I decided it should really be space rather than the world, given that this is a space opera.
