My response to the Monday poetry prompt.
The machine age brought ease, comfort, new ways to war and a race to space. What will be our epigraph when at last we destroy ourselves?
Author’s Note: Don’t mistake me for a luddite. Some of my favorite things are electricity, WiFi, my devices…. You get the picture. But I worry sometimes about the ethical implications brought about by the leading edge of science. As to what the epigraph will be, that’s up to some alien archeologists to figure out.