Immortality [Poem]

Immortality

Relevance we desire, but reality is tart,
The lights fade while astronomers fiddle in the dark.
Straining for the impossible, top hats get lost in the fog,
Immortality rests on the snout of a dying dog.

I've seen it done before, they say that's a fine start,
But they're wrong, that's not the beginning, I've yet to play my part.
The last inspired, deep in us, a first,
Life motivated by fear is the definition of cursed.

Hung by trepidation, quartered by desires,
But that's what makes us human - and for good campfires.