I kneel in graveside dirt
and drop a handful of dust
a mere six feet
whilst searching for a meaning
for this death,
elsewhere in other news
two-hundred and five million
fifty-two thousand
four hundred and ninety-three
miles away
a small machine falls
to the surface of a rock
just five-hundred metres wide
to grab a handful of dust
whilst searching for the origins of life
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© Graham Sherwood 10/2020