May 26, 2012
When we are long gone
Years from now, when we are long gone,
All that will remain of our existence
Are archaic gas pumps under the ocean.
Sharks will weave between Diesel Only and the Easy Mart,
Starfish will cling to Station 4,
And plankton will kiss the underbelly of an abandoned jalopy.
Years from now, when we are long gone,
All that will remain of our existence
Are stacks of books hidden in the valleys between peaks,
Giant towers of Shakespeare and the Holy Bible,
Snaking up to the cratered moon.
Years from now,
Steadfast plastic bags will roam the earth,
Consistently unsatisfied, searching for loud lights and bright noise.
Years from now,
The clothes we worked so hard to keep clean will wait patiently on the side of the road,
Huddled masses, they will sleep.
For we are not coming back to get them.
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