by Cardinal Cox

On fire fell through clouds
landing amongst alien rubble
searching for artifacts of civilization
did these beings carve their gods
in their own image? If they were
soft-bodied would we recognize
them against their remains?
Or were their works composites
as Egyptians once wrought from rock?
Or abstracts our astronomers won’t
recognize? Hardest stone
smoothed as though by storms.
Materials we might not even
notice—frozen chemical columns
on low-temperature moons
arrangements within gas giant rings
whistles of winds over hollow
hills—echoing around lonely valleys
light refracting within crystal
structures—radiations beyond
wavelengths we perceive
arts in the imagination of the beholder.