Where do poems come from?

I'm working my way towards the Hubble Telescope as a poem series, as of a Science Friday last year when someone got to talking about it. Eventually. It's all a mush of incoherent excitement right now. I am vowing to research.

Prompted by offhand remarks like this from an NPR story today tacked onto the end of an otherwise happy summary of the telescope's accomplishments:

"At some point, the telescope will break down. Eventually, NASA expects to deorbit it and send it crashing down over the Pacific."

THE END