Has the large lady sung? Well, the competition has closed, but Graham's Pioneer (page 16) captured my imagination, hence this -
Remnant
A traveller moves across my barren plains,
Its tireless progress mars with stops each day.
What's worth the finding that it drills away
Then blasts and sniffs particulates? The stains
That pock its armoured shell describe the pains
Its quest inflicts; what promises of May
Provoke such steel? I, Sentinel, must play
At let's suppose. The Earth you left has rains,
Envoy, which here does not; all liquid leaves
A planet's hard-baked crust: no life form suns
Itself upon this soil, no gathered sheaves
Remark upon fecundity, no breath
Of Martian air is taken. Logic runs
To life - so why do you come visit death?
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