Most people are quick to assume any hypothetical last eagle on apocalypse's eve would soon swoop earthwards and lick carrion. Perhaps. But that tells you more about most people than it does about any specific eagle.
This final human’s a guitar with broken strings.
Shape's the same,
The curved hollow’s connected to a wooden neck,
but tension's gone and harmony.
Use what you got?
A clumsy drum mass produced,
beat in service to your future robot masters.