After Us

Frail in the regolith
The boot-print stands
A million years hence-
Remains the advance
Guard of humanity.  
Strangest oblivion,
It was trod emphatically.
The powers that struggled
In a decade's insanity -
For first to claim foothold
In the glimmering dust,
Punch through the sky,
Return to the rust
Of dashed hopes and 
Consequential gravity.
Still, others hurtle profound-
Blank to the Sun's gaze,
Without air or sound,
They dance in the liminal,
An eternity of days,
Unlike we underground.