Red Rover
The crater was old,
No eyes saw it
When the river cut through
Its eroded rim,
Building a delta of silt and mud
Under the moons and stars.
Time passed,
The river shrank to a trickle, then nothing.
Wind-blown sand dunes
Worked and reworked
The lake’s desiccated bed.
100,000 millennia later,
Perseverance pays off,
Tracks mark troughs between the dunes,
A probe penetrates here and there.
Enzymes slick the probe,
Corrode the AI’s housing;
No life on Planet Four,
But a fair imitation
Kills the rover dead.
Wind covers tracks; nothing but sand
Moves on desert Mars.
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