Michael Dransfield wrote a pretty good poem about a satellite, and Richard Cathcart (a slightly less famous poet) wrote an even better one about space junk:
The day will come
when we can trace
man's passage through velvet space,
by dirty dishes, empty jars, banana peels and old cigars.
Just last week, a charming archaeologist penned the following, I think in the context of a discussion about digital heritage:
Satellite, satellite, way up high
beaming 1, 0, 1, 0, 1, 0, 1, 0, 0, 1, 0, 1, 0, 1
from the sky
It's a small but growing genre and I hope to see more of it in the future.
I wonder if Archy wrote a satellite poem?