One thought himself God
The other, barely grasping,
Both dead at my hands 1
The grip of a hand
Firm pressure applied; sudden
Oblivion falls 2
Illogic abounds
Particularly here; so
Little has changed 3
Asleep in darkness
Red lights; rude awakening
Duty calls all hours
Central to the bridge
Who sits here makes the tough calls
Not without regrets
1 Kirk after "Where No Man Has Gone Before"
2 Vulcan nerve pinch
3 Spock on space