pm poetry

Interstellar interlocutor,
you’ve been so very quiet
as of late.

Don’t you know
tellurian silence
falls, then promptly
breaks?

I have but a handful
of decades left
in my bank
to wait
before I face oblivion-
that universal fate.

So please,
I’m begging you,
shout through
the static void
and tell stories
of the stars to your
wide-eyed anthropoid.