Cartwheeling at the order of the winds,
Power to the people with the tumbling of your limbs.
A last throw of the dice by your makers,
A Quixotic endeavour to undo the damage;
Damage wreaked by the furies of their forebearers.

When you grow up I'll tidy the house
But for now it must remain in disarray
For I have no strength for a losing battle
Or another full time job for no pay.

Eyes sting
Words fail to form
The plea of the mind
Echoes in the closed mouth
Fingers linger above a too-bright screen...

The looming grey of your promise
Hangs heavy above our heads
As does that glimmer of hope you hide:
Hope forever present but rarely seen.

Our interstellar messenger
To no one in particular
Sports two naked figures
Representations of a civilisation
That will have destroyed itself
Long before these astronaturists are found
...and probably judged.

But it makes me smile to think
That such a thought-out diagram
Of a male and a female
Was judged by some
To be "sending **** to space" 😂