Poem: Calling Card in Rhyme

I don't write much rhyming poetry . . . this one's from outer space.

Calling Card in Rhyme An asteroid is what they claim     filled the skies with muddy rain,     killed off all the vegetation,     left the dinos without ration Only smaller stuff survived     and, in time, mankind arrived The rock from space might well have missed,     a better thing, I must insist If dinosaurs were still around,     asphalt wouldn’t cover ground,     the air would not be so polluted,     the laws of nature convoluted Don’t lament, there’s more rocks out there     and scientists without a doubt care     much about what’s in the heavens     and think we’ll keep on rolling sevens Still, dinosaur-times came up craps,     a lesson to us all perhaps To think about the state of grace     that came to us from outer-space,     to use our time and use it soon,     cleaning up the mess we’ve strewn For who knows why and who knows when,     a calling-card may come again

This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection BROKEN PIECES available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats.