November 4th 2021
We didn’t learn enough to justify
the killing of a good dog. Hitting
what horizon might have closed the deal?
Laika was given a window, the earth’s first
frame, her mission to look back in longing
at circles of silent faces, blank branched streets.
People also ask: Did Laika suffer?
What’s Laika doing now? Did someone call
her limonchik, little curly lemon
bug? In space, can silence turn to matter?
Did her young blood curdle with ozone?
Did a slick of cold enter the core
of her eyeteeth? Did her eye become
the earth, her nostrils dazzle into atmosphere?