Apocalypto

What happened to
The feeble race
Aboard that trivial rock
When the lights went out?

Their nimble fingers
Were rendered powerless
Their words struck mute
Without plastic translation

How did they relate
To each forgotten other
As the waves rose up
In the exanimate stillness?

With bright crimson rage
Scathing their faces
Irony festering in their eyes
They all melted down

Once again embryonic
Floundering mercilessly
They awaited its return
But were never redeemed