The Makers are Remembered

The Makers are Remembered
Mark Klocek

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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