New Species Wanted

I think after all grace fails – man not, in time, making it far enough out~ too late bails to a fresh planet uninhabited, much like ours before consuming and mating, as if a vibrant garden could not be overly rabbited (you know, what I mean~ after the big one dropped or some miraculous vaccine has totally flopped) yet, somehow, some way, in a twisted sort of divine display, pigeons, rats and roaches, will be the Big Blue Marble's, by default, newly ordained goodwill ambassadors and spiritual coaches – (a banner hung in near space inviting alien visitors -- unfortunately too late arriving to be humanity's saving inquisitors -- “To Thee we will pay homage, another eclectic, semi-intelligent species needed – bring lots of garbage....”)