Ship of Stone

© 1983 Don Simpson Once there was a Ship of Stone That orbited a mighty Star And from it flew the First Ship's crew Whose children we all are And no matter how long we've drawn our track Still over our shoulder looking back Through the hydrogen's hiss and the methane's moan Past the polymer clouds of the Dead Stars' shrouds All our roads run back to the Ship of Stone There the First Crew all were made And wakened from unknowing sleep By the boundless sight of Heaven's height And the fires of the Deep And no matter how strange the forms we wear How warped and wild, how rich and rare How changed we've made the seed we've sown We are blood of those who, singing, rose From the body of the Ship of Stone