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 ****, 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