The Next Star

Riding in an old car
Out across the plain
On the edge of forever.
Can't feel pain.
Underneath a white sky
Fingers circle the mouth
Like vultures to the dead.

"Our bodies have already changed,"
She said.
She said,
As she brushed the ash from her hair.
She said,
"Our bodies are already dying,
And you'll find
That the darkness at the edges
Will overtake us in the end."
She said,
"We will travel,
Hurry on
To the next star."