I Belong In a Museum

[Ancient Egypt] Androids are dispatched Covering vast distances in space Doing what organic life cannot They simply do not age Arriving at our planet Then erecting a star gate The hieroglyphics are aligned Our ancient gods step through space Primitive eyes looking up At strange new birds in the sky A new genetic race is created That cannot distinguish lies The obsolete is discarded As mass extinction begins A few bones for future museums Representing an age at an end Perhaps someday in the future There will be a guided tour My skeleton propped in absurd dignity A plaque with "David Bissett" on the floor A curious youngster stares at me My hollow eyes still displaying doubt "Though their brains were so small, I wonder what this one thought about"