Volcanic Ponds Attack Alkaline Vents

There are reasons to want

The Great Silence of space

To stay that way, and we

Say that as patterned words,

For whom, if life out there

Were discovered, it still

Wouldn’t really mean us,

Unless it talked somehow.

Nor do we only mean

To suggest anything

Capable of contact

Might conquer or eat you,

Although that’s one issue.

We mean, lonely as we

Are and have always been,

We make a lot of noise

As it is, noise that fuels

Furious discussions,

Can lead to violence,

And is mostly a mass

Of foaming foolishness.

We can’t even settle

Your debates on yourselves,

Your own rules and morals,

Where you or we came from,

Or our how life first arose

On Earth in the first place.

Are you sure what you want

Is less silence, a voice

From on high, talking skies?