Still Traveller

Someone has to save the Earth.
We’re horrible. We know that.

Who will dare to say the Earth
Was horrible before us?

Think how germs evolve in you
To become part of your team

Sometimes, sometimes to kill you,
Then quickly to escape you,

Sometimes to get stuck in you,
Chronic, neither health nor death.

So what’ll it be for Earth,
The home to germs, you, and us?

Who’s not too vile to stay Earth’s?
We’re terrible. We know that.

Who’s not too Earth’s to crave Earth?
We’re terraformed. We know that.

If we tried to blame the Earth,
For such as us, who’d blame us?

We would. You would, through us. Earth
Would spin in place. Forgive us.