Of all the odd objects in interstellar space,
Only one is man made.
We must keep flinging things
To the starlit clutter.
30,000 years is plenty of time to escape this sun’s gravity
and leave behind Earth’s dimming.
In three decades to outrun solar wind.
there is no name
for the ultimate end of the universe.
Perhaps there is none.
Next time, might we send a prayer instead of gold?
Our bones instead of songs?