Engineers made me
To betray my pilot
On my first fight.
To gather iron
From in close the sun
I am sent.
The iron I gather
Comes to the Ulanovs
Out of deep gravity
Like a coal-coloured fish
Leaping -- to descend
Into deep gravity.
It is not used
For goods or gear,
But for The Law.
The iron I gather
Rulers covet
For cruel uses.
I am shaped as a sword
Sharp with whitefire
Cooled in vacuum.
The iron I gather
Is drawn up
Out of deep gravity.
Like a coal-coloured Fish
Leaping, to descend
Into deep gravity.
It is not given
For goods or gear,
But for The Law.
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