I enjoyed writing this one, the concept amuses me.
Napowrimo Challenge Day 26
Have you ever heard someone wonder what future archaeologists, whether human or from alien civilization, will make of us? Today, I’d like to challenge you to answer that question in poetic form, exploring a particular object or place from the point of view of some far-off, future scientist?
Little tins of people drive by;
some are big, some are small, some long.
At all times of the night and day,
little tins are moving along.
Some are packed and chattery.
Others contain a single one.
Where are you going tinned people?
Tell me, where did you all come from?
From left to right, a constant stream
of shiny black and silver cars.
What do you know? What have you seen?
Do you think there is life on Mars?
My questions fall on deaf tinned ears,
as the tins keep moving on.
Not a “hello” or “cheerio”
From a single, solitary one.