SCIENCE IS A BLAST
A gyro creates a stable platform,
To hold a north reference uniform.
As velocity meters resolve the call,
Pitch, yaw and roll involve it all.
A second, sliced in ten-million pieces,
Ticks. as acceleration increases.
There's a window in sub-orbital space,
To terminate thrust in a proper place.
The ballistic trajectory then follows
An arc, to the massive grave it hollows.
Yes! Science is a blast from the sky,
An auto-mortician for those who die.