On our removal

On our removal

Where did you think you were going

when the black ice broke and the millennia moved

a couple of inches closer to your last memory?

Did you think you would rescue or your blood be rescued

in chip or silicon?

Did you imagine a future with the Federation?

Did you seriously think you would pull through

with the seas on fire

with so little atmosphere

Did you think anybody would be left to make that work

or you would pull together?

There was only one place in this life we were ever going

there was only the shade of the sun's dark side

to come

only one thing growing

The dissipation of the crowd in a cloud of burning

The spectre in the dust

The shroud

the thermonuclear fleeting death of all our knowing