Blaze of Glory.

by Randall Garrett

Little Willie mode a slip
While londing in his rocket ship.
See that bright actinic qlare?
Thut’s our little Willie there.

[About as close as the Newton has come to a perfect translation. Found this one in a paperback “Best From Fantasy and Science Fiction” anthology I picked up at a yard sale.]

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  1. why can’t you spell?

  2. Um, actually it’s the Newton spelling out the poem. Not me. Read the “About” page for clues.

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