Distance Makes the Faint Glow Purer

Their stars seem unpolluted

By metals from exploding

Stars that started before them,

Which means they could be the first

Stars in the known universe.

(It’s so easy to say, means.)

Unpolluted by metals,

Their whole history their own,

The first stars are still out there

In the past that never goes,

That extends from end to end,

Then to now, ever greater,

Ever dimmer, as it grows.

Somewhere, something will see back

To your polluted era

And witness your purity.