We walked the desert in our land.
We saw shards and 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.”
Then we asked:
“Can our creations be saved from becoming dust?
Can there be resurrection from the scrapyards of rust?”
Then we won’t need to colonize space -
there’ll be magic here for the human race.
©2019, 2023 Larry Kilham