Floating on (an)a log

Analog signals will fade from this place

They’ll only be left orphaned

Sealed envelopes floating in space

Momentos that become debris

Flotsam of cosmic world ender

No galactic post to mark

return to sender

While we endure advertisements

in this digital hell

In the void of space

no one cares what you sell

Down here beneath our clouded veil

the onslaught continues

our senses assail

If they’re out there they’re laughing

at fools so grand

Be sure they’ll clear us all off

long before they land