by WC Roberts

Striding tall on spider legs it scans the regolith
the ping of refined metal set off
the protocols
antenna disk cocked upward

These, the coordinates
and the mind of the walker once more was aroused
to search for the anomaly
under the red, shifting dunes of Mars

Veiled, now unveiled by Sirocco
brush it off — the metal pitted, a novelty
none here to build it

Concealing the past, its past, our future
a lonesome howl not unlike that
of a jackal

WC Roberts

WC Roberts likes being a hermit and writing. He has had poetry published in Ad Astra, Strange Horizons, Apex Magazine and in many others.