Candy for Visitors

If you should find us, after all
Our peoples are long gone, please try
To decipher these messages.

They were meant for you, after all,
For whatever the stars blow in,
Whatever blue intelligence,

Living and breeding or machined,
Might stumble on this atmosphere
To ask what happened here. Nothing

Much happened here. The iron core
Spun the clouds like cotton candy,
But why would you know what that means?

We hope you can figure out what
We mean, by which you’d rescue us,
And then, maybe you can tell us.