you can see it from orbit

the mess you made
the kilometers-long scar in the landscape, a hole in the world
your mistake

dust on ice

ice on glass
not really glass
centuries-old polymer, still transparent

you can see it from orbit
lights beneath the clouds

clouds, thin, constructed
heat sinks in the europan ice
a perfect inverse-square gradient

mist in vacuum

you can see it, from the ground
scar-straight line cutting across the sky
tiny starbust, branching out

muffled booms as it falls from orbit

you can see it from orbit
the mess you made
fragments littered across half a continent, like food wrappers across your bedroom floor

the room's gone
you're still here
and the world turns underneath you