Fossilized Us

 

Had this weird premonition
about my sudden extinction
by an event unforeseen

Ain't that the way it happens?

A stray meteor drops from the sky

The ash mushroom cloud

blocks out the sunshine

Our shocked asses freeze and die

And just like that

my temporary friends we're bones in a museum

Reconstructed fossil novelties

dug up by future

alien paleontologists

who will hypothesize

about what made us tick

Stuffed puffy doll merchandise

of our projected

cuddly existence

on sale in the lobby

to pay for the science

of reconstructing our long gone kind