Poetic miscellany

Among many other things, advertising legend Rosser Reeves published poetry, including this apocalyptic number that appeared during the height (or depth) of the Cold War.

E=MC2

Some day, perhaps, some alien eye or eyes,
Blood red in cold and polished horny lids, Set in a chitinous face
Will sweep the arch of some dark, distant sky
And see a nova flare, A flick of light, no more.
A pinpoint on a photographic plate,
A foot-note in an alien chart of stars
Forgotten soon on miles of dusty shelves
Where alien beetles feed.
A meal for worms,
Sole epitaph
To mark the curious end of restless man,
Who for a second of galactic time
Floated upon a speck of cosmic dust
Around a minor sun.