Oh what triumphant columns of stone
what perennial mounds of granite
how infallible is their existence
such achievements and monuments
pertinent to our time
in our own ignorant devoid concept of time and space,
atop our mounds of shit, we declare victory
and smile sitting in our own excrement
yelling
to Glory! to Memory! to History!
in time
even the strongests stones and metals
crumble under the right pressure or chemical
oh how clever
for something which seemed so permanent and strong
to be a fake
to leave us feeling safe and secure
but alas
A million stars will live and die
and no one will ever know we existed
not even a star can live forever