there are some that say we are living in a golden age
we have turned night into day
our globe glows like a luminescent phone screen
the light we emit can be seen from space
but the evening sky is as black as ink
there isn't a star to pierce and prick
through its dark swathe of infinite absence
except for one
the last star left
people venture from all four corners of this sphere
to watch it twinkle from so far
how we wonder what you are
and the elders speak of a sky sprinkled with dazzling diamonds
and the children take their photos with this shining last sentinel
as the earth turns and burns up its life
faster than light
