We walked the desert in our land.
We saw robot wrecks
scattered in the sand.
Not broken pots or pillars of stone,
but defunct computers and pieces of bone.
We heard a ghostly voice
from a gossamer muse,
“Look around for what's nice -
something besides plastics and rust.
The creations of art and music
fed the worms and now are dust.”
(c) 2017 Larry Kilham