The Moon is a Person Now
When they sent the first rocket
filled with nanobots out to Mars,
they never expected a crash landing
so close to Earth. The humans on board
died immediately, but the nanobots
streamed out into the dust.
What happened next is too complex
for most of us to understand.
I like to imagine
they were lonely, with no humans
around. That they couldn’t find
the hidden water they’d been promised
and got frustrated, then bored.
Turning dust and rock to a giant
face was nothing—child’s play.
But how to talk to Earth
so we would hear? And then—
even harder, nearly impossible
to decide—what to say first?