No hulk remains,
no crash site for future scientists
or tourists,
no shrine to visit
or park to establish.
No crater to image
in rock or dust or ice.
It was not captured
by sand it was studying,
nor die a quiet death
as summer turned to winter
or as half-lives slowly mounted.
It will never
see the Sun again
even if it had a camera.
Instead it fell
into a hungry, grasping world
that took it apart piece by piece,
element by element,
and consumed it whole.
Yet it still moves.
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