It is the best of times.
It is the worst of times.
Mankind is the great creator.
Mankind is the great destroyer.
Life is an adventure
and we’re losing our way.
Our eyes are dimmed and
the digital torrent flows all day.
But look! There’s a sylvan land.
What life has settled there?
I hear no sounds from here.
There must be flowers and birds
and certainly nothing to fear.
Now I see creatures in the shade
as robots amble through the glade.
We humans will join the fun -
humans, creatures, robots all as one.
We will devise new creations
and foster new civilizations.
No need to colonize space -
There will be magic here
for the whole human race.
© 2021 Larry Kilham
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