An Astronaut's Last Words (poetry)

They should have sent
a doctor,
armamentarium included.
Without her here,
from heel to ear
my skeleton's protruded.

They should have sent
a technician, too,
implements in tow.
His tricks to whip
scrap back to ship
I (sadly) do not know.

And last, they should have sent
a pilot
far too skilled to blow it.
If I'm to die,
ask Houston why
they sent just me, a poet.