Long after our petty wars destroy us,
Burning and crushing us into agless dust
Long after the spears of the cosmos stab us through,
The kiss of meteorites, a gift from the skies
Long after the gentle sun explodes,
Like a beautiful orchid bloom
And finally when all of us end,
Devoured by hungry jaws and swallowed into time
What will remember us?
Distant shimmering travelers,
Surveying the vastness of forever in a cold, ancient world
Like the smashed atoms of our bodies,
They are minute in the face of the universe
The electric children of man, all that is left of us
Drifting on...