Ballistics

Someday astronauts with radar mitts
Will play long range ball on lunar bases
And because of the beam the glove emits
The players can play through greater spaces.
Like running diamonds through the zodiac,
And homeruns blasting past the ecliptic
We will fetch with a programmed tokamak
Artistically arranged in tryptic!
The dugouts there are copious craters
Each the mark of an orbits cessation,
But those uranic pock mark creators
That shower through a future lunation
Will see the best players every night
Catching a Perseid meteorite!