Lives of the Red Suns: Coda


Through the void, in silence

radio light streams in defiance,

to the lack of listeners nearby.

In and out of hydrogen clouds

losing bits of the data shroud,

the answers the Big Ones searched

finally coming to receivers perched.


Bowls caved, the structures compromised

their metal frames heavily oxidized.

Around them lie the cities in ruins,

overgrown with white stalks of calcium-

flying creatures of purple-blue cry out

under the bloated Red Sun in the sky.


For the Big Ones were long since gone,

sentience did not last for this new dawn.


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