As the tranquility basenAscends into that curious blank space,nNot all can anticipate the return...nnWilliam Safire supportsnHis family on an assortmentnOf pessimistic verbal preparations...nnA speech is draftednTo ensure we're ready if thatnTranquility base is a no more than a casket.nnThe astronauts are unawarenOf their government's lack of carenAnd so they remain in theirnTranquility base front chairs...nnIn that bleak black blank space,nThey are isolated from the human racenBut they are calmly anxious of their arrival onnThat illuminated moon where they won't even know it's dawn...nnBack in Washington,nAn old typewriter creates new widows.nAnd through the windows, we wait fornThe astronaut's returnnAt least most of us donnAnd it sickens me that we mustnAbandon all of our trustnJust so Will Safire can simplynHave an extra day to write a speech