Us Cosmic? No Down to Earth

There is a sound

The sound of a car engine

Conveying strangers away of into the distance.

I know this because the sound faces East

As it fades.

It is a strange episode.

Every night we loose our sky.

The sky is lost, invisible.

There, laid out before us

Is the magnificent history of the Cosmos.

What useless news it brings,

History with no worth,

Important happenings of concern

Are now and here on this trodden Earth.

(C) 2018 Christopher Thompson