by Michael Leong

I wrote you a poem –
It was a twin fangled star’s crossing the park end of the universe
It was a covert signal, a beep beep beeeeep fax
machine beaming quiet whispers to desert islands
Where jawas, marooned in silver storms would
ponder our deepest secrets
Huddled around broken words they try to put an
ancient script together, raise from the dead
What I could not.
For humanity had left by then, the last remnants of
our civilisation taken up by a solar wind,
ashes given an unceremonious wave and
lost –
amongst the mountains of cosmic dust
stretched out upon the far too wide space between you and me