Hard Contact.

A poem about a breakup between two friends.

We hope for a miracle and await contact from a rover gone dark,

But this is no seven minutes of Hell, or even seven months.

The impact was tough, but quickly he began experiments

In frequency and wavelength, another language

And some would worry physiology.

This kind of data can crash back to the

Same Earth and bring down the sky.

Ground control have scoured the books;

They say nothing about this one.

It appears he went around the world

And didn't come back.