No Longer Here Boy

A little faint signal
from a cold red rock
from an obedient servant
waits faithful for a master
sitting under warm pale light
dabbing softly at his face
before switching it off.
On a planet bombarded
with tack-sharp rays,
a little faint signal
from a cold dead rock
would never be missed
were it not for the contents
of its final missive:
"My battery is low
and it's getting dark."
Harry Gallagher