I had planned to visit Gaia bh-1
The nearest known black hole, to everyone
To sing a song
And paint the tune on
Our neighbour’s eventful horizon
I’m getting too far into black holes
I had thought the Sun, was the lifeforce and light
Just paying my respects, to those fallen stars
Still blasting dark tones, at us day and night
Anyway…
1500 light-years, was too much for me
So instead, a twenty-year, return journey
To Epsilon Eridani
With a seed-sowing army
To help clean the scene, and green the galaxy
-Why do you want to greenwash it all?
Things will grow, where they will
It managed fine, without your help
Flower bombing your seeds, till they spill, and kill
-Eridani is a baby version, of our solar system
You know, debris disc growing asteroid belts anew
Cute fetal planets forming, in their vacummy womby
Like feeding ducks bread. it’s just a nice thing to do
-Feeding ducks bread is unwittingly mean
Weighs them down, and stops them from flying
Blast your space tourists, that make all things green
And spread unworthy life, that’s continuously dying
Like giving dead flowers
Or releasing caged doves
You’d marry yourselves
You guys, just don’t ‘get’ love
And why go there? Just transmit and wait
It was you, who said I should get out more
But who said you mortally wounded this sweet planet
With just a century of transport?