Lost Statue

Humanity falls through the frame
Time cuts itself clear of our pale blue dot
Spinning through orbit, a marble
We dream of leaving, to swim in the ink
Black sunset of space that smells
Believe it or, like burnt steak

Are we truly cooked here on our islands?
Surrounded by oceans. Our statue thinks so
Cruising in stasis hundreds of miles
Above our houses, our forests, our home

Soon he might see that Musk car
A testament to our earthly scars