All These Cells

We’re no more than cells.

We think we’re so important

but the earth will spin

long after humans are gone.

All that’s left will be plastic

 

but even plastic

will all slowly disappear

bottles and straws and

all of it, gone. Not a trace

of us or our God, money.

 

Temples will crumble

nature will consume cities

where trees will return

and soil will be enriched

by the rusting tanks and jets

 

The mass graves of war

will disappear, bones and all

just like they wanted

when they buried the bodies

all of them gone. Not a trace

 

of how terrible

we were, us cells with ego

no trace of any

of the awful things we did

all of us will be long gone

 

from the prison cell

we built over paradise

and locked ourselves in.

When the aliens get here

they’ll find no signs of us cells

 

they won’t find a trace

of intelligent life here.

If they came today

they’d find hate and fear, they’d find

all these cells killing themselves

 

intelligent life

wouldn’t be what they call us

we’re certainly not

but we believe that we are

and beliefs can be deadly.

 

 

 

 

 

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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