Vanishing

Vanishing

An event will come:

Name of stranding

Human intervention

Notwithstanding

The planets:

Gone, at God’s demanding

His best creation

Blinked out

By his worst machination

But humanity lives

On Its space skiffs

Supplies dwindle

The population amiss

As they search

For a moon among

The ghost light

Of vanished stars

Humanity gone

Decades have passed

All that is left

Is their ship’s masts

First, the food ran out

Then no water

Poured from the spout

And so, humanity

Pride of itself

Met its end

From an empty shelf

But their homes still stand

Their homes among the stars

Drifting through the vacuum

Of empty space

Some collide, some don’t

Some grind against the belt of being

Some land

On left-behind instructions

Most, however

Simply drift

Their storied lives

Ending in silent space

Millenia have passed

The remnants are dust

Fragments, broken down to their beginnings

The fabric of the universe

All the damage

Humanity wrought

Undone, by their undoing