Sonnet #309

What memorial stone will we place

Where glaciers fade into the sea and all

The trees collapse into the barren soil

And burn -- we stand alone upon the face

Of stone, digging down to caves to save

The tiny pieces of our world that can be kept

In darkness, there, and no one else has wept

About the dead for quite some time. We’ll brave

The darkness, there, and eat the rocks

And carve memorials with broken teeth

To all the creatures we devoured, these blocks

Will stand until they erode or begin to breathe

No doubt we will invent some realism

And build and paint some glaciers in some convenient chasm.