HERE THERE BE HUMANS


The last explosions
travelled along their own lightwaves
to a million possible futures.
Embers have cooled and a pall of dust
rising from the dark world
is split apart by new mountains.
Trickling breezes gather
swirling into potential storms.
The signal from the first bomb disintegrates
as it strikes the giant star
thousand mile long flames reaching out
each tip pulsing gold.

On the reawakening world rain forms lakes.
At the edges crawling slime.
More light penetrates the clouds.
The signals one after another
reach the distant star.
Millennia disappear into space. 

When the world has grown into lush green
with long grasses and swaying trees
the poles are disguised again by plastic ice.
Circling storms break the silence.
The first eggs begin to fall
cracking in flaming streams
slowing in the  atmosphere
tiny wings breaking free
scales reflecting the green earth
eyes the colours of starbursts.
The new world slowly turns
and the skies are filled with dragons.