Wednesday, November 13, 2024

Poem

We flatter ourselves
to think

that when the aliens come
tens of thousands of years from now
they will find
the remnants of


great

civilization.

Nope. Sorry. All will be dust. 

We won't get even the immorality 
of memory,
of a tombstone,
of a monument,
a reminder to the universe
that we
were
here.

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