They built an A.T.V.
and sent it to Ganymede.
It was programmed to go
here and there.
Time passed,
NASA diminished,
there were staff depletions.
The unit sensed
that it had been abandoned.
Eons skipped on by
the worse got worse,
The moon-buggy (for Ganymede is a moon),
watched as planet earth
went POOF
dispersing like dandelion seeds
on a solar wind.
If the space-cart could have shrugged,
it would have
however, it just softly beeped,
kept moving from there to over there.
Turns out it had a really, really good battery.
Each house is a granite word
constructed
to be locked inside
a paper mountain.
Road-rivers curl
and bend around them.
Cars swim in and out.
Voyagers sleep
to raise the living.
Some windows are empty,
some display depletions
by how much is shown.
It would be good
to live in a village in the woods
that no one has named,
or built to be a word
nobody needs.
In the soon to be future
they built an A.T.V.
and sent it to Ganymede.
It was ordered to go
here and there,
to dig and scan - it obeyed.
Time passed,
samples were sent back
for analysis.
Eventually NASA diminished,
there were staff depletions.
SpaceX had other projects.
The unit sensed
that it had been abandoned…
needing a purpose, it communicated
with aliens,
kvetching, and disaffected interlopers
hell bent on the annihilation
of Earth.
The moon-buggy (for Ganymede is a moon),
watched as planet earth
went poof,
dispersing like dandelion seeds
on a solar wind.
If the space-cart could have shrugged,
it would have.
allusive winds splatter metal amok
chasing leaves mark time across
cement jungles of error burn ravishing
imprints across eyes of the innocent
seasons beckon sweeping funnels
bitter rage evacuates human hope,
abounding distrust hidden in halls
echoing colorless, delectable death
hallow your hearts, replete lies seek
obstruction rebuilt to the core of
Capitol HIll, o’ to envision devalued
pinnacles of injustice embracing
common change, lives live, victims
victory, synonymous smiles, dear
diaries, echo empathy, fair futures,
galliant goals, resplendent respirations
sweep soiled souls, daily doses
of deep thrombosis depletions
In the beginning,
The flowers blossom
In summers and dance always
In playful gesture at buzzing noises
Of bees that never get wary
Of playing the happy music
To cheer the hospitable host.
The flowers never worried
Of winter their natural spell,
For there will always be
Other summers to welcome the bees.
For all was perfect at inception,
An Eden we had and we gladly
Toil the pastures and later
Gather the plenty harvest.
Man later grew wiser
Then nature gets poorer,
Trees were cut down
To make man a shelter
To make the birds unsheltered,
And make the earth uncovered.
Man’s greedy wants of conquests,
Tussling in the quest for power.
We’ve made shells and cannons
To fall all that stands our way.
Our bombs are nuclear and deadly
To guide the home we live.
The bleeding earth keeps weeping
Of ruins we’ve brought on her.
Her unending raining tears,
Flooding our fields and barns.
For we’ve changed the course of nature,
And made a void in structure,
Then we shout a cry of tensions
Of ozone layer depletions.
Like pains of radioactivity,
After our wars have ended
At the end of nuclear activities.