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This poem originally started as a cinquain but I reworked it into a loose Tanka for submission to a speculative fiction anthology. I always have to remind myself looking at the night sky that some stars we see are already long dead and of course taking in a vision of the galaxy leads one to thinking about the big questions. Note: This poem is published in The Stars Like Sand Anthology of Speculative Poetry

Dead Messengers

4fb6320ff0e5e6ee10bd5840afdbc266by Sean Wright03 Aug 2013

Strobing morse across
the void, distant dots and dashes.
What message do they send?
That all love will come to naught?
Or burn bright until the end?