Time Capsule Poem by M.L. Squier

The cold machines from earth
Travelled as far as they could
And travelled empty paths
Through endless spaces
Filled with myriad stars and
Galaxies
For one thousand years.

It didn't matter, after all,
Since life on earth as men
Had known it was gone
And the men, the intelligent
Knowers and machine-lover makers
Had also disappeared.

The sun never felt a thing
And God remained inside
His big laboratory quietly thinking
About what to do next.