UMPTEEN

“They will make us gods,” science declared
Nano robots, miniscule umpteen
Finessing matter, leaving unimpaired,
Replicating swiftly and unseen.

They've one desire on their tiny minds,
To reproduce and legion become.
Much too late did we heed all the signs
Our creation had grown to such a sum.

You can not parley with things so small
Who only want to eat all that exists.
Man's hubris is what led us to fall.
No one will be left to reminisce.

What we have wrought we can not now undo.
All that is left is an Earth of grey goo.

(editing help from Nicole Drespel)