Syrupy sweet vowels and consonants,
discordant crashes of hate,
tumble discordantly through the ether
Long lost to Sol
now they wander
out there

Cold capsules of culture
all of man’s accomplishments
all of his misdeeds
“Alas, poor yorick”
merges with “Jerry! Jerry!”
leaving a muddled picture indeed

What do they think
those 3 eared
methane breathing
giant insects
listening in on the din

Does it make sense to them?
Do they experience the tragedy of the holocaust?
Does the glory of Apollo 11 touch them?

Probably not
They can’t decode the signals