by Nick Gisburne
In seven thousand cycles round the Sun
The race we know as human made its mark
But now a broken planet’s days are done
We build, with hope, with fear, another Ark
Survivors, we have nowhere else to go
What other place would welcome what we are?
The journey will be perilous and slow
We seek another life, another star
But I am not a party to the plan
To conquer and infect a better place
The universe, beyond the reach of man
Perhaps is far too perfect to deface
Infinity will never mourn or weep
Extinction is my gift to those who sleep
