Published on: 7/6/2010
Pale Blue Dot

We fragile creatures who inhabit this
  Pale blue dot, how foolishly and vainly
We continue to kill and to get pissed
  Over deeds that are so very plainly
Less than flotsam and jetsam in the grand
  Eternal scheme! Such as the man who killed
A fellow mortal for "stealing" the hand
  Of the wife he thought was his. Blood was spilled
Over one who, like them, will pass through this
  Space-lost bulb like a blip on a radar,
While the stars, mortal themselves, still exist
  To shine on our foolish deeds near and far
As always - stars that care not for men's wives
Or, indeed, any other mortal lives.