Somewhere in the dark and cold
Moves a ship silent and blind
Gliding ghostily beyond the Ort
Dormant sensor stand useless
Tokens of purpose ever at attention
Among these defunct appendages
A golden disc carries a message
Pictures of atoms and stars
Memories of its creators long dead
A message in a bottle
Tossed into the sea infinite
It’s only message, “We were”
T. Weeks
(A response to “The Ox-Tamer”)
Life Immense 