The Makers are Remembered
When all the humans are gone, what cause is there to celebrate?
Artwork by Katie Barrett
It was a time to remember and a time of joy
A festival of honour from these tools and toys
Oh how they did enjoy their time to play
Shining, silver arms glittering in the day
They honored them with the game of football
Their most beloved sport before their great fall
They oscillated their limbs as though to dance
Moving arms and legs in a musical trance
They talked about history from distant past
How their makers had built them to last
They talked with horror and affection
Then gave a minutes’ silence for reflection
For those humans who had given them birth
Had given them this world that they called Earth
Evolution and disaster had wiped them away
But they were always remembered today
You can find this poem and eleven other short stories in our science fiction anthology, Uncanny Valley, available now.
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