Friendship 7

early in 1962,
John Glenn jockeyed
his Marine Corps flesh
into the Friendship 7 capsule
for five hours of speedy sub-space flight,
capturing the attention of an anxious nation
while talking to his girl friend about the moon's
lack of gravity and  listening to mission controllers
reminding him that there was a danger the sturdy heat shield
could be in danger of tearing apart and burning his wooden balls
during re-entry and there wasn't anything anyone could do about it.
so for precious seconds before his parachute deployed for a successful
ocean landing, Glenn didn't know whether to expect the angular arm of death
suddenly clasping him in an intentionally fatal grip or if he'd get to screw the pretty girl
again after he landed and went through his physicals and debriefings, but he tried to be hopeful.
he never did get the opportunity to hump over the surface of the moon, like Neil Armstrong did,
but he got the girl.