There were thirteen in me
Military men in green suits
Odi ght hula in my esophagus
I was a machine, stretched between two planets
Twenty billion light years from the sun
Twenty billion was the number they wrote on my hull, my hall, my throat
I’ve waited a long time, perhaps my whole life, to see myself like this – a sort of enterprise
a long flat platform in space – Silent but for the men doing their mechanical things
And blank but for the poetry of stars.
-Nina Alvarez
Poem of the Month 
Quite an interesting image painted with your words in this poem…you seem to draw from the past and the future in this one.