Space

The eyes of Hubble zoom
to the darkest point of the blackest square.
Galaxies sharpen from the gloom
and on this cosmic bloom
I stare.

The history of a trillion races
told within a tragic dot of yellow haze;
a smear of light two pixels wide
nine hundred quadrillion miles
from side to side...

I can nearly hear their voices.

The enlightened breed of alien birds
snuffed out by a single cosmic cough
and the fish-like beasts who dreamed
to fly between the isles of stars like beams:

Your screams have been observed.