Poem – when this ice has melted

whatever happens after humankind is gone,
a token will persist although it will not live
this tooth of mine (she points, grimacing)
the set point for a stalactite

don’t forget, as bad as things may be
to leave things to confuse the aliens

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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