In honor of the eclipse this poem came to mind. It is by Oliver Hereford, a turn of the century american poet.
If this little world tonight/ Suddenly should fall through space/ In a hissing headlong flight,
Shriveling from off its face / As it fell into the sun / In an instant, every trace/Of the little crawling things-
Ants, philosophers, and lice / Cattle, cockroaches, and kings / Beggars, millionaires, and mice,
Men and maggots, all as one / As it falls into the sun………………….
Who can say but at the same/ Instant from some planet far
A child may watch us and exclaim: / “See the pretty shooting star!”