Our stars are glowing red,
Burning out,
Burning bright,
And we're long gone.
Rotting husks in astronaut gear,
Orbiting distant planets,
Pummeled by the rings of Saturn.
Eyes that saw god,
Liquid crystal decay
Growing oxygen
In extraterrestrial graves.
We learned the hard way
How small our Earth is.
Our mouths exhaled
Radio waves
Broadcasting orbit gum commercials
To Pluto and Mercury.
We were the first ones here,
Holding hands in the cold,
Burning out.
Burning bright.
Flags planted in the soil,
We waited.
We grew old in the lunar night,
Our bones deforming,
Gasping until we breathed poison.
We knew god in the last light of the
sun,
Blinding rays making ghosts of us.
Lots of interesting imagery here. I imagine something similar to the ending of The Neverending Story (movie), except where humans were the destructors not 'the nothing', and only a small spark of life and hope remains.
ReplyDeleteThank you! I was a little nervous about sharing it because it is still technically in rough draft form, but I think overall it turned out fairly close to how it was in my head.
ReplyDeleteI loved reading this. Wonderful job!
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