Celestial Footprint

Who will be there

when all things end?

Who’ll pick through the

restless, quiet

malaise and star-

struck expenditures

of lazy comet trails, toiling

through what’s left

of our little

cosmic footprints?

What celestial bodies will

debate us

and if we ever were?

What benevolent god,

do you think,

may call us a priority

out in the impossible

vastness of all

the possible universe?